Near the Great Valley of Yosemite.
Before she was grown her parents left home,
They sailed off to Rome and left Sally to be.
She climbed all the mounts and swam the great founts,
Used up every ounce of her young energy.
Decided a horse was the answer of course,
Caught one by force and rode it a week.
By then it was broke, then Sally she spoke
To the horse she called Oak, from Yosemite.
"Yore the best horse around, I'm glad you I found,
Let's ride into town and see what we see."
They trotted and clamped into old Angel's Camp,
Filled with gruff mining tramps, outside the valley.
The crowds they did form; this horse was abnorm,
Her name was thus formed - "Sidesaddle Sally!"
