Sweet Betsy from Pike

Have you heard tell of sweet Betsy from Pike
 She cross the wide prairie with her lover, Ike
 With two yoke of Oxen, a big yellow dog,
 A tall Shanghai rooster and one spotted hog
 One evening quite early they camped on the Platte
 'Twas nearby the road on a green, shady flat
 Betsy, sore-footed, lay down to repose
 In wonder Ike gazed on his Pike County rose
 The Indians came down in a wild yelling horde
 And Betsy got scared they would scalp her adored
 Under the wagon wheel Betsy did crawl
 She fought off them Indians with musket and ball
 Out on the prairie one bright starry night
 They broke out the whiskey and Betsy got tight
 She sang and she shouted, she danced on the plain.
 She made a great show for that whole wagon train
 The Shanghai ran off and the cattle all died
 The last piece of bacon that morning was fried
 Ike got discouraged and Betsy got made
 The dog wagged his tail and looked wondrously sad
 They soon reached the desert where Betsy gave out
 And down in the sand she lay rolling about
 Ike in great terror looked on in surprise
 Saying, Betsy get up, you'll get sand in your eyes
 Sweet Betsy got up in a great deal of pain
 Declared she'd go back to Pike County again
 Ike, he just sighed, and they fondly embraced
 And she traveled along with her arm round his waist