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Sweet Betsy From Pike

August 24, 2018

Sweet Betsy From Pike is an American ballad about the trials of a pioneer named Betsy and her lover Ike who migrate from Pike County, Missouri to California. This Gold Rush-era song, with lyrics written by John A. Stone before 1858, was collected and published in Carl Sandburg’s 1927 American Songbag. It has been recorded by Burl Ives, Johnny Cash and many others. The melody is of English extraction and is also that of the ballad “Villikins and his Dinah”.

I have always liked this song as my mother’s family was from Louisiana, Pike County, Missouri. It was the departure point for many people who went west during the Gold Rush, including many from my mother’s family. I used the opening lines from this song for the opening lines in my book, The Horse Whisperers from Anaconda. Here are the complete lyrics:

Sweet Betsy From Pike

Did you ever hear tell of Sweet Betsy from Pike,
Who crossed the wide mountains with her lover Ike,
Two yoke of cattle, a large yeller dog,
A tall Shanghai rooster, and a one-spotted hog.
Singing too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay.
They swam the wide rivers and crossed the tall peaks,
And camped on the prairie for weeks upon weeks.
Starvation and cholera, hard work and slaughter–
They reached California ‘spite of hell and high water.
One evening quite early they camped on the Platte,
Twas near by the road on a green shady flat.
Betsy, sore-footed, lay down to repose–
With wonder Ike gazed on that Pike County rose.
Out on the prairie one bright starry night,
They broke out the whiskey 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 thundering horde,
And Betsy was scared they would scalp her adored.
So under the wagon-bed Betsy did crawl
And she fought off the Injuns with musket and ball.
The wagon broke down with a terrible crash,
And out on the prairie rolled all sorts of trash.
A few little baby-clothes, done up with care,
Looked rather suspicious, but all on the square.
They stopped at Salt Lake to inquire of the way,
When Brigham declared that Sweet Betsy should stay.
Betsy got frightened and ran like a deer,
While Brigham stood pawing the ground like a steer.
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.
Ike in great wonder 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.
She declared she’d go back to Pike County again.
Ike gave a sigh, and they fondly embraced,
And they traveled along with his arm round her waist.
The Shanghai ran off, and the cattle all died,
That morning the last piece of bacon was fried.
Ike got discouraged, Betsy got mad,
The dog drooped his tail and looked wonderfully sad.
They suddenly stopped on a very high hill,
With wonder looked down upon old Placerville.
Ike said to Betsy, as he cast his eyes down,
“Sweet Betsy, my darling, we’ve got to Hangtown.”
Long Ike and Sweet Betsy attended a dance.
Ike wore a pair of his Pike County pants.
Betsy was covered with ribbons and rings.
Says Ike, “You’re an angel, but where is your wings?”
A miner said, “Betsy, will you dance with me?”
“I will that, old hoss, if you don’t make too free.
Don’t dance me hard, do you want to know why?
Doggone you, I’m chock-full of strong alkali.”
This Pike County couple got married, of course,
But Ike became jealous, and obtained a divorce.
Betsy, well-satisfied, said with a shout,
“Goodbye, you big lummox, I’m glad you backed out!”

There are other slightly different versions. What are your thoughts on Sweet Betsy from Pike? What are your thoughts on my book?

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3 Comments
  1. Reblogged this on allenrizzi and commented:

    I was thinking about mom tonight and thought this was worth reblogging. Enjoy!

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  2. Sure enjoyed your “Horse Whisperers.”

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