Reel 304 #4
Collected by Raymond W. Whittier
For M.C. Parler
Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
Irene Sargent West Fork, Ark. Dec. 9, 1960
Sweet Betsy from Pike
Oh do you remember sweet Betsy from Pike,
Who crossed the big mountain with her lover, Ike,
With two yoke of cattle, a large yellow dog,
A tall Shanghi rooster, and one spotted hog.
Thye traveled three weeks till they came to the flat,
Was near by the road on a green shady flat.
Poor Betsy got tired, lay down to repose,
And with wonder Ike gazed on his Pike County Rose.
They soon reached the desert where Betsy gave out,
And down in the sand she lay rolling about.
And Ike in great tears looked on in surprise,
Saying Betsy get up, you’ll get sand In your eyes.
The Shanghi ran off and the cattle all died.
The last piece of bacon that morning was fried.
Poor Ike got discouraged and Betsy got mad.
The dog wagged his tail and looked awfully sad.
One morning they climbed up a very high hill,
And with wonder looked down into old Placerville.
Ike shouted and said as he cast his eyes down,
Sweet Betsy my darling we've got to hang down (Hangtown)Sweet Betey from Pike continued
Long Ike and sweet Betsy attended a dance,
Where Ike wore a pair of his Pike County pants, And Betsy, well satisfied, said with a shout, Goodbye, you big lummix, I'm glad you backed out.
Long Ike and sweet Betsy got married of course. And Ike getting jealous, obtained a divorce.
And Betsy, well satisfied, said with a shout, Goodye, you big lummix, I'm glad you backed out.
Singing tra la, la, lala, la, la, lala, la. Singing tra la, la, lala, la, la, lala, la.
Sing goodbye dear Issac, farewell for a while,
But come back in time to replenish our pile.
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