I have a little story, it's not very long About a lazy farmer boy who wouldn't hoe his corn
And why this was I never could tell For that young man was always well
That young man was always well
He planted his corn on June the last In July it was up to his eye
In September there came a big frost And that poor farmer's corn was lost
That poor farmer's corn was lost He'd head to the field, he got there last
The weeds and the grass were up to his chin The grass and the weeds, they grow so high
They caused that poor man for to weep
They caused that poor man for to sigh
His courtship did begin She said, dear man, if you hoe your corn
I tried, I tried, I tried in vain But I don't believe I'll raise one grain
I don't believe I'll raise one grain
Why do you come to me to wed If you won't raise your own corn bread
Single I am and will remain But a lazy man I won't maintain
A lazy man I won't maintain
On his head he walked away, on his head he walked away
Saying, kind miss, you'll rue the day You'll rue the day that you were born
For giving me the devil, cause I wouldn't hoe my corn
Giving me the devil, cause I wouldn't hoe my corn
Now his courtship had come to an end As he walked away he did begin
Saying, kind miss, I'll have another girl If I have to ramble this big round world
If I have to ramble this big round world
If I have to ramble this big round world
If I have to ramble this big round world