Sweet Betsy from Pike
SWEET BETSY FROM PIKE
Oh, don’t you remember sweet Betsy from Pike, Who crossed the wide prairies were her lover Ike,
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 Indians came down in a wild yelling horde, And Betsy was scared they would scalp her adored;
They soon reached the desert, where Betsy gave out, And down in the sand she lay rolling about;
Sweet Betsy got up in a great deal of pain. And declared she’d go back to Pike County again;
The Shanghai ran off and the cattle all died, The last piece of bacon that morning was fried;
They passed the Sierras through mountains of snow, Till old California was sighted below.
A miner said, "Betsy, will you dance with me?" "I will that, old hoss, if you don’t make too free.
Long Ike and Sweet Betsy got married, of course, But Ike, who was jealous, obtained a divorce,