tell you a little story and it won’t take long,
’bout a lazy farmer who wouldn’t hoe his corn.
the reason why i never could tell,
that young man was always well.
he planted his corn in the month of june.
by july it was up to his eyes.
come september, came a big frost.
and all the young man’s corn was lost.
his story, kith, had just begun.
said: “young man, have you hoed some corn?”
“well i tried and i tried, and i tried in vain.
“but i don’t believe i raised no grain.”
he went down town to his neighbour’s door.
where he had often been before.
sayin’: “pretty little miss, will you marry me?”
“little miss what do you say?”
“why do you come for me to wed?
“you, can’t even make your own corn grain.
“single i am, and will remain.
“a lazy man, i won’t maintain.”
he turned his back and walked away.
sayin: “little miss, you’ll rue the day.
“you’ll rue the day that you were born.
“for givin’ me the devil ‘cos i wouldn’t hoe corn.”