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 Septembercame a big frost.
And all the young man's corn was lost.
His storykithhad just begun.
Said: "Young manhave you hoed some corn?"
"Well I tried and I triedand 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 misswill you marry me?"
"Little miss what do you say?"
"Why do you come for me to wed?
"Youcan't even make your own corn grain.
"Single I amand will remain.
"A lazy manI won't maintain."
He turned his back and walked away.
Sayin: "Little missyou'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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