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.'
