Here is the original, written by John A. Stone.

SWEET BETSEY FROM PIKE
(John A. Stone, 1858)

Oh, don't you remember sweet Betsey from Pike,
Who crossed the big mountain with her lover Ike,
With two yoke of cattle, a large yellow dog,
A tall Shanghai rooster and one spotted hog.

Chorus:
Tooral lal looral lal looral lal la.

One evening quite early they camped on the Platte,
'Twas near the road on a green shady flat,
Where Betsey, sore-footed, lay down to repose-
With wonder Ike gazed on that Pike County rose.

Their wagons broke down with a terrible crash,
And out on the prairie rolled all kinds of trash;
A few little baby clothes done up with care-
'Twas rather suspicious, though all on the square.

The shanghai ran off, and their cattle all died;
That morning the last piece of bacon was fried;
Poor Ike was discouraged, and Betsy got mad,
The dog drooped his tail and looked wondrously sad.

They stopped at Salt Lake to inquire the way,
When Brigham declared that sweet Betsey should stay;
But Betsey got frightened and ran like a deer,
While Brigham stood pawing the ground like a steer.

They soon reached the desert, where Betsey gave out,
And down in the sand she lay rolling about;
While Ike, half distracted, looked on with surprise,
Saying, "Betsey, get up, you'll get sand in your eyes."

Sweet Betsey got up in a great deal of pain,
Declared she'd go back to Pike County again;
But Ike gave a sigh, and they fondly embraced,
And they traveled along with his arm round her waist.

They suddenly stopped on a very high hill,
With wonder looked down on old Placerville;
Ike sighed when he said, and he cast his eyes down,
"Sweet Betsey, my darling, we've got to Hangtown."

Long Ike and sweet Betsey attended a dance;
Ike wore a pair of his Pike County pants;
Sweet Betsey was covered with ribbons and rings;
Says Ike, "You're an angel, but where are your wings?"

A miner said, "Betsey, will you dance with me?"
"I will that, old hoss, if you don't make too free;
But don't dance me hard; do you want to know why?
Dog on you! I'm chock full of strong alkali!"

This Pike County couple got married of course,
And Ike became jealous- obtained a divorce;
Sweet Betsey, well-satisfied, said with a shout,
Good bye, you big lummox, I'm glad you backed out!

Text from John A. Stone, 1858, "Put's Golden Songster," 1st. ed. San Francisco: Appleton & Co. pp. 50-52; reproduced in Lingenfelter and Dwyer, 1968, "Songs of the American West," pp. 42-43 with music. Univ. California Press.
Stone printed some variant verses in the second edition of his "Songster" (also in 1858 not found).