Collected by Mary C. Parler Sung by Helen Fultz
Transcribed by Linda Humphrey Mayfield, Ark.
Reel 407 Item 6
I have a song called anything If you will lend an ear,
I'll try to sing it unto you,
I'm sure that you will cheer.
It's about a horse, a dog a cat A sealskin boy or a baby,
A serpent and a hairpin,
A hairpin and a lady.
Sing anything, sing anything That's what you people say,
A long song, a short song To pass the time away.
Sing something, sing something Oh yes, sing anything.
I'm gonna play my jew's harp
At the —— ---- ball
If you don't put on your white shirt, You can't come in at all.
Then gather up that baldy head When you hear mosquitoes sing,
Drive away the bumblebee For fear that he might sting.
Just chew your own tobacco Never borrow, beg, or steel;
Drink your own mush and milk Mush of Indian mill.
Now always treat us ladies kind,
Never kiss us on the sly;
Big pig, little pig,
Root hog or die.Anything (continued)
A man in Minnesota 'bout a hundred years ago,
A boy in South Carolina bad a rooster that could crow,
A man in North Carolina has icecycles on his nose;
They say that Sally Burhart has bunions onher toes.
A hop toad in the gardenteasing bumblebees,
A nigger on the woodpile has toothpick stabbing fleas;
A bumblebee on the grindstone is sharpening up his sting, And here I've broken my jaw, a-singing anything.
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