His pa's romance / James Whitcomb Riley [electronic text]

OUR BETSY

Us childern's all so lonesome, We hardly want to play Or skip or swing or anything, — 'Cause Betsy she's away!

She's gone to see her people At her old home. —But then —Oh! every child 'll jist be wildWhen she's back here again!

CHORUS

Then it's whoopty-doopty dooden! — Whoopty-dooden then! Oh! it's whoopty-doopty dooden, When Betsy's back again!

She's like a mother to us, And like a sister, too — Oh! she's as sweet as things to eat When all the dinner's through!

And hey! to hear her laughin'! And ho! to hear her sing! — To have her back is all we lack Of havin' everything!

CHORUS

Then it's whoopty-doopty dooden! — Whoopty-dooden then! Oh! it's whoopty-doopty dooden, When Betsy's back again!

Oh! some may sail the northern lakes, And some to foreign lands, And some may seek old Nameless Creek, Or India's golden salads;

Or some may go to Kokomo,And some to Mackinac, — But I'll go down to Morgantown To fetch our Betsy back.

CHORUS

Then it's whoopty-doopty dooden! — Whoopty-dooden then! Oh! it's whoopty-doopty dooden, When Betsy's back again!