Well, ol' Betsy an' me we're a goin' ta town.
Bin a long, long time since ol' Betsy's been aroun'.
I bin sorta busy a milkin' the cows.
Bin a milkin' so long my back hurts an' how!
Anyways I bin a milkin' early each morn'
an helpin' tha new calves jest bin born.
Bin plowin, tha gar'en an' a hoein' each row.
Plantin' peas an' taters an' a hopin' they grow.
Got greens an' corn an' okrey fer stew.
Ifen yu think life's bin easy then let me tell yu.
Hired han' upen lef sevral years back.
Don't reckon I'll ever know whar he's at.
Bin mowin' tha pastures an' mendin' tha fence
an tellin' a few yarns ain't make much sence.
Bin feedin' tha chikens an' slopin' tha hogs,
cuttin' tha firewood an' yellin' at my dogs.
Raised seven younguns ma an' me.
One fer every day o' tha week.
First came Sarah, an' Mary an' Tommy,
Willy an' Teddy an' Frankie an' Sonny.
Now theys all grown it's jest ma an' me.
That's why we're goin' ta town ol' Betsy an' me.
Gonna get sumthin' spechul fer ma doncha see?
We're a goin' ta town ol' Betsy an' me.
Zo-o-o-m-m! What is it this thin' called a freeway?
Looks like theys a goin' ever which away!
O-o-wee! I'm a goin' on home!
Bin a long, long time since ol' Betsy's bin gone.
Them cars on tha freeway keep a flyin' on by!
Poor ol' Betsy mite near upen died!
Gotta get back home ta sum huggin' an' kissin'.
Gonna tell ma, (chuckle)
they's ain't nuttin' she's a missin'!
Copyright © Carolyn Bigler Hebert 1973
But my last name was Langford at that time.