| Do you remember sweet Betsy from Pike?
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| She crossed the wide prairies with her lover Ike
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| With two yoke of cattle and one spottled hog
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| And a tall Shanghai rooster and an old yellow dog
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| They soon reached the desert where Betsy gave out
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| And down in the sand she lay rolling about
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| Ike half distracted looked on in surprise
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| Saying, «Betsy, get up, you’ll get sand in your eyes»
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| Sweet Betsy got up in a great dal of pain
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| She declared sh’d go back to Pike County again
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| But Ihe, he just sighed then they fondly embraced
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| So he traveled along with his arm 'round her waist
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| They swam the wide rivers and climbed the tall peaks
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| They camped upon prairies for weeks upon weeks
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| Starvation and cholera, hard work and slaughter
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| They reached California 'spite of hell and high water
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| Then a miner said, «Betsy, will you dance with me?»
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| She answers, «I will if you want make two free
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| I can’t dance too hard, do you want to know why?
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| Because I’m so full of that strong alkali»
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| This Pike County couple got married, of course
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| But Ike became jealous, obtained a divorce
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| And Betsy, well-satisfied, said with a shout
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| «Goodbye, you big lummox, I’m glad you backed out!» |