Posts filed under ‘Sweet Betsy from Pike’
Oh don’t you remember sweet Betsy from Pike,
Who crossed the wide prairie with her lover Ike,
With two yoke of oxen, a big yellow dog,
A tall Shangai rooster, and one spotted hog?
Singing dang fol dee dido,
Singing dang fol dee day.
One evening quite early they camped on the Platte.
‘Twas near by the road on a green shady flat.
Where Betsy, sore-footed, lay down to repose —
With wonder Ike gazed on that Pike County rose.
The Shanghai ran off, and their cattle all died;
That morning the last piece of bacon was fried;
Poor Ike was discouraged and Betsy got mad,
The dog drooped his tail and looked wondrously sad.
They stopped at Salt Lake to inquire of the way,
Where Brigham declared that sweet Betsy should stay;
But Betsy got frightened and ran like a deer
While Brigham stood pawing the ground like a steer.
They soon reached the desert where Betsy gave out,
And down in the sand she lay rolling about;
While Ike, half distracted, looked on with surprise,
Saying, “Betsy, get up, you’ll get sand in your eyes.”
Sweet Betsy got up in a great deal of pain,
Declared she’d go back to Pike County again;
But Ike gave a sigh and they fondly embraced,
And they traveled along with his arm round her waist.
The Injuns came down in a wild yelling horde,
And Betsy was scared they would scalp her adored;
Behind the front wagon wheel Betsy did crawl,
And there fought the Injuns with musket and ball.
They suddenly stopped on a very high hill,
With wonder looked down upon old Placerville;
Ike sighed when he said, and he cast his eyes down,
“Sweet Betsy, my darling, we’ve got to Hangtown.”
Long Ike and Sweet Betsy attended a dance;
Ike wore a pair of his Pike County pants;
Sweet Betsy was dressed up in ribbons and rings;
Says Ike, “You’re an angel, but where are your wings?”
‘Twas out on the prairie one bright starry night,
They broke out the whiskey and Betsy got tight,
She sang and she howled and she danced o’er the plain,
And showed her bare legs to the whole wagon train.
The terrible desert was burning and bare,
And Isaac he shrank from the death lurkin’ there,
“Dear old Pike County, I’ll come back to you.”
Says Betsy, “You’ll go by yourself if you do.”
They swam wild rivers and climbed the tall peaks,
And camped on the prairies for weeks upon weeks,
Starvation and cholera, hard work and slaughter,
They reached Californy, spite of hell and high water.
A miner said, “Betsy, will you dance with me?”
“I will, you old hoss, if you don’t make too free.
But don’t dance me hard, do you want to know why?
Doggone ye, I’m chock full of strong alkali.”
Long Ike and Sweet Betsy got married, of course,
But Ike, getting jealous, obtained a divorce,
While Betsy, well satisfied, said with a shout,
“Goodbye, you big lummox, I’m glad you backed out!”