Kim and Friends' Songs

My friend Terry says this sounds like a drinkin' song. So get a beer (if you're so inclined) and sing along!

Did you ever hear tell of Sweet Betsy from Pike,
Who crossed the wide mountains (blue ridges) with her lover Ike,
Two yoke of cattle, a large yeller dog,
A tall Shanghai rooster, and a one-spotted hog.
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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.
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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 she showed her bare arse to the whole wagon train.
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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."
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The Shanghai ran off, and the cattle all died,
That morning the last piece of bacon was fried.
"Dear old Pike County, I'll go back to you"--
Says Betsy, "You'll go by yourself if you do!"
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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.
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They swam the wide rivers and crossed the tall peaks,
And camped on the desert for weeks upon weeks.
Starvation and cholera, hard work and slaughter--
They reached California 'spite of hell and high water.
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