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 September, came a big frost.

And 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 and I tried, and 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 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, and will remain.

"A lazy man, I won't maintain."



He turned his back and 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."