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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Chorus:
Sing-too-rall-i-oo-ral-i-oo-ral-i-ay, Sing-too-rall-i-oo-ral-oo-ral-i-ay.
One evening quite early they camped on the Platte, 'Twas near by the road on a green shady flat} Where Betsy, quite tired, lay down to repose, While with wonder Ike gazed on his Pike County rose.
They swam the wide rivers and crossed the tall peaks, And camped on the prairie for weeks upon weeks. Starvation and cholera and hard work and slaughter, They reached California spite of hell and high water.
Out on the prairie one bright starry night
They broke the whisky and Betsy got tight,
She sang and she shouted and danced o'er the plain,
And showed her bare arse to the whole wagon train,
The Injuns came down in a wild yelling horde, And Betsy was skeered they would scalp her adored j Behind the front wagon wheel Betsy did crawl, And there she fought the Injuns with musket and ball.
The alkali desert was burning and bare,
And Isaac's soul shrank from the death that lurked there:
"Dear old Pike County, I'll go back to you."
Says Betsy, "You'll go by yourself if you do."
They soon reached the desert, where Betsy gave out, And down in the sand she lay rolling about; While Ike in great terror looked on in surprise, Saying, "Betsy, get up, you'll get sand in your eyes."
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