The Last Ride of Sweet Betsy McBride

By

Glenn Allen Nolen

Copyright © 2001 by Glenn Allen Nolen
All Rights Reserved

The Last Ride of Sweet Betsy McBride

A wild young cowboy rode into town.
He got off his horse and looked around.
Needing a drink, he went inside.
There he met Sweet Betsy McBride.

She gave him a beer.
As he sat down,
He asked the name of this one cow town.
She said: "Fort Worth" with a bit of a smile.
He then asked if the Trinity was as wide as the Nile.

She said: "No! 
And the water is muddy.
You’re certainly no fuddy-duddy.
Stick around and watch the melted snow
Every other year
Turn the prairie."
And he said: "Whoa!
Slow down dear.
Let me taste my beer.
Then we can get acquainted."

She said: “Rarely, 
Has my mind painted
Such a pretty picture."
Then she asked him to stay
And settle in Fort Worth that day.
"You and I could be a prominent Fort Worth fixture."

He said: "I must leave,"
She refused to let herself conceive.
That's when she let out this moan
Asking if he had a home.

It was obvious that apparently, 
Sweet Betsy McBride
Wanted to ride
And that cowboy couldn't hide.
They left Fort Worth, a one cow town, on a blustery December day.

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As they rode away,
All the cowboys frowned
Saying: "Sweet Betsy McBride,
She was a ride.
Fort Worth has up and died."
	
You should have heard the sigh.
As her horse
Started to fly.
One of those cowboys even cried,
But of course
Fort Worth survived.
Then it managed to thrive.
That was the last ride of Sweet Betsy McBride. 

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