Collected by Carlisle
Transcribed by Parler
Mr. John Pennington
June 8, 1952
Reel 144, Item 4
The Man Who Wouldn't Hoe Corn
I'll sing you a song, it won't take long,
Concerning a man who wouldn't hoe his corn,
His corn he planted there in June,
And in July he laid it by.
He went to the fence and there peeped in,
The grass and the weeds were up to his chin,
And the careless weeds they grew so high
He was feared to venture with his hoe.
He courted a girl where he'd often been before,
And when his courtship did come on,
She asked him if he'd hoed his corn.
He hung his head there in shame,
Saying I've tried, I've tried in vain,
I've tried, I've tried,' I've tried in vain,
But I fear that I won't raise one grain.
Then why do you come to me for to wed,
When you can't raise your own corn bread?
A lazy man I won't maintain
When he fears that he won't raise one grain.
Kind miss, you'll rue the day sure's you're borned,
You'll rue the day as sure as you're borned,
You'll rue the day as sure as you're borned
For giving me the mitten because I wouldn't hoe my corn.
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