Ride By Betsy Dowdy
Ride by Betsey Dowdy
Old Jarvis used to always say
That the British will come someday
And burn our houses darn them all
So on Joe Dowdy he had to call.
Joe, Great Bridge, Dunsmore's heading for
Then he will be here we know for sure
Stealing everything that is in his site
No one will be here to help us fight.
Betsy heard this trembling with fear
They'll steal my horse Black Bess oh dear
She called, "Bess, Bessie, Black Beauty,
Come now for we must do our duty."
Horse and her galloped along the sea
Gen'l Skinner'll beat 'em off said she
After reaching his home rushed inside
To tell her true story with great pride.
Betsey soon came home in time to share
All the nice notes of victory in the air
Proud people out they immediately cried,
"Dear God, thank You for Betsey's ride."
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
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