Tell you a little story an' it won't take long 'Bout a lazy farmer who wouldn't hoe his corn The reason why I never could tell For 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 An' 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 an' I tried an' I tried in vain But I don't believe I raised one grain"
He went down town to his neighbor'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 an' will remain A lazy man, I won't maintain"
He turned his back an' 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"
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