Collected by M.C. Parler amd Electa Smith Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
Sung by Bea Jones Rt.1, Springdale, Ark. Feb. 6. 1964
Reel 437 Item 6
Groundhog Song
Shouldered up my gun, and whistled to my dog, Shouldered up my gun, and whistled to my dog, Going to the mountains For to catch a ground hog, groundhog.
There's one in the rock and two in the log, There's one in the rock and two in the log, And I heard him whistle And I knowed he was a hog, groundhog.
Run here Sal, with a big long pole,
Run here,Sal, with a big long pole.
And oost that whistle pig.
Grab him by the tail and pull him right out, Grab him by the tail and pull him right out, Lord God-a-mighty,
Ain't a whistle-pig stout? Groundhog.
Take him home and tan his hide,
Take him home and tan his hide,
The best old shoestrings Ever I tied, groundhog.
Put him on, he begins to bile,
Put him on, he begins to bile,
Lawd God-a-mighty
You can smell him for a mile, groundhog.
Some was stewed, and some was fried,
Some was stewed, and some was fried;
Best old whistle-pig Ever I tried, groundhog.
Old Aunt Sal come-arunnin' through the hall, Old Aunt Sal come a-runnin' through the hall, Sayin' "Lawd god-a-mighty,
Don't let 'em eat it all, groundhog."
Old Aunt Sal, she's the mammy of 'em all,
Old Aunt Sal, the mammy of 'em all,
She fed them on whistle-pig,
Before they could crawl, groundhog.