Pretty Betty Brill

I?m very fond of fish,
And once on Fish Street Hill,
Oh sprats I bought a dish,
Of pretty Betty Brill.
No soal could near her come,
For skill in gift of gab;
And then she was at home
With flounders to a dab.
O, Betty Brill
Have you I will,
I cried, in love?s sweet dudgeon,
Pike off, says she,
You don?t catch me,
For Joey, I?m no gudgeon!

I met her once again.
Says I, my pretty maid,
Don?t let me sue in vain,
Now what d?ye think she said?
Says she, a shrimp are you,
And I, a salmon ? cross !
Said I, what better do,
Than salmon and shrimp sauce !
O, Betty Brill,
Have you I will,
O, I?m in a doleful dudgeon;
Pike off says she,
You don?t catch me,
For Joey, I?m no gudgeon !

The secret soon came out,
A rival he came in;
Who muscles cried about,
And muscles me ? don?t grin!
And oyster then, so neat,
She op?d, her mind to tell,
Gave him the fish to eat,
And threw at me the shell,
O, Betty Brill,
I love you still,
And am in doleful dudgeon;
O, sorry fate,
That such a bait,
As I can?t catch a gudgeon !