The Belle Of South Dakota

The Belle of South Dakota
1851

She stood beside her broncho,
On the prairie, sweet and fair,
Her eyes yere blue and sparkling
And golden was her hair
A lovely pleture mid the flowers
That grew a ound her there
A bright and handsome creature,
All her charins I cannot tell,
She’s the Belle of South Dakota
And I love her, Oh! so well

Her cheeks were like the гoses,
Her lips were red and sweet
I thanked the stars that gave me
The chance that we should meet
She sprang into he saddle,
And we rode out o’er the plain,
She’s the Belle of South Dakota
And she’s filled my heart with pain

As we rode along in silence
Out o’re that flowery land
I could not falter longer
But caught her by the hand
Saying “Bessie be my darling,
Oh; ever my heart of pain:
Be the Belle of South Dakota
In my cottage on the plain
-JA Wood