Oh, don't you remember sweet Betsy from pike,
   She crossed the wide mountains with her lover Ike,
   And one yoke of oxen and a big yellow dog,
   A tall Shanghai rooster and one spotted hog.
  
   Chorus
   Hoodle dang fol die do,
   Hoodle dang fol di day.
  
   Out on the prarie 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 made a great show for the whole wagon train.
  
   They soon reached the desert where Betsy gave out,
   And down in the sand she lay rolling about.
   While Ike in great terror looked on in surprise,
   Saying, "Betsy, get up, you'll get sand in your eyes."