Recreation
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SWEET BETSY FROM PIKE Oh,
don’t you remember sweet Betsy from Pike, Who crossed the wide prairies
were her lover Ike, Chorus:
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, |
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