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作曲 : Anon/Unknown - 1849 |
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Don't you remember Sweet Betsy from Pike, |
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Who crossed the wide mountains with her lover Ike, |
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With Two yoke of ox, and one-spotted hog, |
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A tall Shanghai rooster, and a ole yeller dog. |
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Too-li-ran-foe-too-ra, too-li-ran-foe-too-ray |
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Too-li-ran-foe-too-ra, too-li-ran-foe-too-ray |
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The Shanghai ran off, and the oxes all died |
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That morning the last piece of bacon was fried |
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Poor Ike got discouraged, and Betsy got mad |
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The dog wagged his tail and looked wondrously sad |
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Too-li-ran-foe-too-ra, too-li-ran-foe-too-ray |
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Too-li-ran-foe-too-ra, too-li-ran-foe-too-ray |
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Their wagons broke down with a terrible crash |
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And out on the prairie rolled all sorts of trash |
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A few little baby clothes, done up with care |
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'Twas a little suspicious, though all on the square |
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Too-li-ran-foe-too-ra, too-li-ran-foe-too-ray |
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Too-li-ran-foe-too-ra, too-li-ran-foe-too-ray |
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The Injuns came down in a thundering horde, |
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And Betsy was scared they would scalp her adored. |
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So behind the wagon-bed Betsy did crawl |
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And she fought off the Injuns with musket and ball. |
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Too-li-ran-foe-too-ra, too-li-ran-foe-too-ray |
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Too-li-ran-foe-too-ra, too-li-ran-foe-too-ray |
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They soon reached the desert, where Betsy gave out |
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And down in the sand she lay rolling about |
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Ike in great horror looked on in surprise, |
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Saying "Betsy, get up, you'll get sand in your eyes" |
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Too-li-ran-foe-too-ra, too-li-ran-foe-too-ray |
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Too-li-ran-foe-too-ra, too-li-ran-foe-too-ray |
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Sweet Betsy got up with a great deal of pain |
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Declared she'd go back to Pike County again |
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But Ike heaved a sigh, and they fondly embraced |
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And they traveled along with his arm 'round her waist |
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Too-li-ran-foe-too-ra, too-li-ran-foe-too-ray |
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Too-li-ran-foe-too-ra, too-li-ran-foe-too-ray |
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They swam the wide rivers and climbed the high peaks |
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And camped on the mountains for weeks upon weeks |
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They fought with injuns with with musket and ball. |
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They reached California in spite of hell |
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Too-li-ran-foe-too-ra, too-li-ran-foe-too-ray |
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Too-li-ran-foe-too-ra, too-li-ran-foe-too-ray |