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Oh Betsy hide that starting tear, / That fain would speak distress; / A cherub's aid will soon appear, / And make your sufferings less.
You say no pity you can crave, / For misery here below; / Then rest your hopes beyond the grave, / Where God great mercy show.
To every damsel in distress, / If penitents they prove; / He quickly make their sorrows less, / And send again his love.
The villian that betray'd in youth, / An artless maid astray; / Was stranger to the love of truth, / Or what the scriptures say.
An earthly guardian he was made, / By him that is no more; / He'll find chastisement's sharpen'd blade, / On him torments pour.
No retribution he can make, / While on this earth he crawls; / God will speedy vengance take, / When he the reptile calls.