Oh, Betsy. Sweet Betsy. My fair prairie rose. So slender and pale In your mail order clothes. All decked out in ruffles And ribbons and rings You're just like an angel. Only, where are your wings? Oh, Betsy. Sweet Betsy. Let's change your name And stake a claim Where cares will never find us. Oh, Betsy. Sweet Betsy. We'll hitch our dream To a 20 mule team And leave the world behind us. Whoopty Tie Yie Yay There's love in them hills far away. Whoopty Tie Yie Yee Awaitin for Betsy and me. A starch collared parson Lives down be the gulch He'd hitch us right up But he charges too much The old circuit rider Will be just as nice. He'll splice for half price And bring his own bag of rice. Oh, Betsy. Sweet Betsy. We'll jingle spurs On cockle burs Where prairie dogs won't hound us. Oh, Betsy. Sweet Betsy. With plenty to eat Of buffalo meat And heaven's all around us. Oh, Betsy. Sweet Betsy. We'll hitch our dream To a 20 mule team And leave the world behind us. Whoopty Tie Yie Yay There's love in them hills far away. Whoopty Tie Yie Yee Awaitin for Betsy and me.