Cows
Betsy, the Heifer
Betsy the heifer
Queen of all the cows
She gives more milk
Than any law allows
Mornin' she gives pasteurized
Evnin' she gives homogenized
Betsy the heifer
Queen of all the cows.
Queen of all the cows
She gives more milk
Than any law allows
Mornin' she gives pasteurized
Evnin' she gives homogenized
Betsy the heifer
Queen of all the cows.
Took her to the county fair
...tried to win a prize.
She knew what was goin' on
I could see it in her eyes.
She looked kinda nervous
She tried so hard to please
But when I tried to milk her
All I got was cottage cheese!
...tried to win a prize.
She knew what was goin' on
I could see it in her eyes.
She looked kinda nervous
She tried so hard to please
But when I tried to milk her
All I got was cottage cheese!
The Cow
Thank you, pretty cow that made
Pleasant milk to soak my bread.
Every day and every night,
Warm and fresh and sweet and white.
Pleasant milk to soak my bread.
Every day and every night,
Warm and fresh and sweet and white.
Do not chew the hemlock rank,
Growing on the weedy bank;
But the yellow cowslips eat.
They will make your milk so sweet.
Growing on the weedy bank;
But the yellow cowslips eat.
They will make your milk so sweet.
Where the purple violet grows,
Where the bubbling water flows,
Where the grass is fresh and fine,
Pretty cow, go there and dine.
Where the bubbling water flows,
Where the grass is fresh and fine,
Pretty cow, go there and dine.
The Cow is of the Bovine Ilk
Ogden Nash
The cow is of the bovine ilk;
One end is moo, the other milk.
One end is moo, the other milk.
Dairy Cow Song
(to the tune of "One little, two little, three little Indians.")
Jersey, Guernsey, Ayrshire, Holstein,
These are the dairy breeds.
Dairymen take care of the cows,
On a dairy farm.
These are the dairy breeds.
Dairymen take care of the cows,
On a dairy farm.
Jersey's have the highest butter fat.
Ayrshire's have the most protein.
Holstein's give the most milk.
Guernsey's are the smallest breed.
Ayrshire's have the most protein.
Holstein's give the most milk.
Guernsey's are the smallest breed.
Cows that give milk are called fresh.
That means they have a calf.
Cows are milked three times a day.
On a dairy farrm.
That means they have a calf.
Cows are milked three times a day.
On a dairy farrm.
The Farmer and the Cowman Should Be Friends
Chorus:
The farmer and the cowman should be friends,
Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends.
One man likes to push a plough, the other likes to chase a cow,
But that's no reason why they can't be friends.
Territory folks should stick together,
Territory folks should all be pals.
Cowboys dance with farmer's daughters,
Farmers dance with the ranchers' gals.
The farmer and the cowman should be friends,
Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends.
One man likes to push a plough, the other likes to chase a cow,
But that's no reason why they can't be friends.
Territory folks should stick together,
Territory folks should all be pals.
Cowboys dance with farmer's daughters,
Farmers dance with the ranchers' gals.
Farmer:
I'd like to say a word for the farmer,
He come out west and made a lot of changes
I'd like to say a word for the farmer,
He come out west and made a lot of changes
Farmer:
He came out west and built a lot of fences,
He came out west and built a lot of fences,
Rancher:
And built them right across our cattle ranges!
And built them right across our cattle ranges!
Back to chorus
Rancher:
I'd like to say a word for the cowboy,
The road he treds is difficult and stony.
He rides for days on end with jist a pony for a friend,
I'd like to say a word for the cowboy,
The road he treds is difficult and stony.
He rides for days on end with jist a pony for a friend,
Farmer:
I sure am feelin' sorry for the pony!
I sure am feelin' sorry for the pony!
(From Oklahoma, by Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein)
Farmer Brown's Cow
(Could be adapted for use with Goodness, Grady. Have students use the Grady story to make up verses.)
Old Farmer Brown he had a cow,
Had a cow, had a cow,
But she got sick, I don't know how.
All she said was Moo-oo.
Had a cow, had a cow,
But she got sick, I don't know how.
All she said was Moo-oo.
Chorus:
Hay, hay, hay!
Wouldn't you say
That would make it go away?
Hay, hay, hay!
Wouldn't you say
That's all for today.
Hay, hay, hay!
Wouldn't you say
That would make it go away?
Hay, hay, hay!
Wouldn't you say
That's all for today.
Her friend, the horse, brought lemon pie,
Lemon pie, lemon pie,
To see if that would take her eye.
Lemon pie, lemon pie,
To see if that would take her eye.
All she said was Moo-oo.
Repeat Chorus
The little duck brought gingerbread,
Gingerbread, gingerbread,
To see if that would clear her head.
All she said was Moo-oo.
Gingerbread, gingerbread,
To see if that would clear her head.
All she said was Moo-oo.
Repeat Chorus
The farmer's dog brought cherry tart,
Cherry tart, cherry tart,
To ease the pain above her heart.
All she said was Moo-oo.
Cherry tart, cherry tart,
To ease the pain above her heart.
All she said was Moo-oo.
Repeat Chorus
The old black sheep brought ham and eggs,
Ham and eggs, ham and eggs,
To help her stand upon her legs.
All she said was Moo-oo.
Ham and eggs, ham and eggs,
To help her stand upon her legs.
All she said was Moo-oo.
Repeat Chorus
The rooster brought her ginger ale,
Ginger ale, ginger ale,
To keep the cow from looking pale.
All she said was Moo-oo.
Ginger ale, ginger ale,
To keep the cow from looking pale.
All she said was Moo-oo.
Repeat Chorus
The kitten brought her apple sauce,
Apple sauce, apple sauce,
To keep the cow from feeling cross.
All she said was Moo-oo.
Apple sauce, apple sauce,
To keep the cow from feeling cross.
All she said was Moo-oo.
Repeat Chorus
The farmer's boy brought chocolate fudge,
Chocolate fudge, chocolate fudge,
But still the poor cow wouldn't budge.
All she said was Moo-oo.
Chocolate fudge, chocolate fudge,
But still the poor cow wouldn't budge.
All she said was Moo-oo.
Repeat Chorus
The farmer's wife brought cheese soufflé,
Cheese soufflé, cheese soufflé,
To try to chase her ills away.
All she said was Moo-oo.
Cheese soufflé, cheese soufflé,
To try to chase her ills away.
All she said was Moo-oo.
Repeat Chorus
The farmer brought a load of grain,
Load of grain, load of grain,
And then she didn't have a pain.
All she said was Moo-oo.
Load of grain, load of grain,
And then she didn't have a pain.
All she said was Moo-oo.
Repeat Chorus
Now you may want to sing some more,
Sing some more, sing some more,
You'll have to write your own encore.
All she said was Moo-oo.
Sing some more, sing some more,
You'll have to write your own encore.
All she said was Moo-oo.
Repeat Chorus
Git Along, Little Dogies
In the language of the American West, a dogie is a motherless calf. The origin of the word is unknown, but author Ramon F. Adams suggested it might have originated in the 1880s, when a series of harsh winters left large numbers of orphaned calves. The little calves, weaned too early, were unable to digest coarse range grass, and their swollen bellies "very much resembled a batch of sourdough carried in a sack." Such a calf was referred to as dough-guts. The term, altered to dogie according to Adams, "has been used ever since throughout cattleland to refer to a pot-gutted orphan calf." ?Another possibility is that dogie is an alteration of Spanish dogal, "lariat." Still another is that it is simply a variant pronunciation of doggie.
As I went a-walkin' one mornin' for pleasure,
I spied a cowpuncher come ridin' along;
His hat was thrown back, and his spurs were a-jinglin'
And as he approached, he was singin' this song.
I spied a cowpuncher come ridin' along;
His hat was thrown back, and his spurs were a-jinglin'
And as he approached, he was singin' this song.
Chorus:
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along, little dogies,
It's your misfortune and none of my own;
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along, little dogies,
You know that Wyoming will be your new home.
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along, little dogies,
It's your misfortune and none of my own;
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along, little dogies,
You know that Wyoming will be your new home.
It's early in spring that we round up the dogies,
And mark 'em and brand 'em and bob off their tails;
We round up our horses and load the chuckwagon,
And then throw them dogies out onto the trail.
And mark 'em and brand 'em and bob off their tails;
We round up our horses and load the chuckwagon,
And then throw them dogies out onto the trail.
Repeat Chorus
It's whoopin' and yellinn and a-drivin' them dogies,
Oh, lord, how I wish that you would go on;
It's a-whoopin' and punchin' and go on-a, little dogies,
Cause you know that Wyoming is to be your new home.
Oh, lord, how I wish that you would go on;
It's a-whoopin' and punchin' and go on-a, little dogies,
Cause you know that Wyoming is to be your new home.
Repeat Chorus
Some cowboys go up the trail just for the pleasure,
But that's where they always go gettin' it wrong,
For nobody knows just what trouble they give us,
As we start a-drivin' them all the way home.
But that's where they always go gettin' it wrong,
For nobody knows just what trouble they give us,
As we start a-drivin' them all the way home.
Repeat Chorus