Am I ready?Am I ready?I get to the stable, my pear, for to view Faith there were a dandy pear, a chestnut and a blueTo my hide-um-do, to my hide-u-de To my hide-um-do, to my hide-u-deOn the follen mornin' I get to the plough Bit long I ride the oak and deen, my pear, the gart, my rueFor my plough, she was no workin' wheel, she wouldn't turn the forbThe gover says I better in it, this many digging for itTo my hide-um-do, to my hide-u-de To my hide-um-do, to my hide-u-deI get him the new plough, she pleased me on ka wheelBit I thought that she'd been pith'r again, she'd hid her cot and wheelTo my hide-um-do, to my hide-u-de To my hide-um-do, to my hide-u-deWell here gullin' Bailey and Wallace is his nameHe can veer it up the kive and he digs doon the gimAnd he's can doon to Jimmy Watts for to hear drumLong, long a-rivin' doon, the laddy couldn't standTo my hide-um-do, to my hide-u-de To my hide-um-do, to my hide-u-deWe also hear Ketchin, Larson, Simpson is her nameAnd for to tell her pedigree, I really would think shameShe'd dress us up and sunder we, or he'd a been to levelWith why the rock corals, it would scare the very devilTo my hide-um-do, to my hide-u-de To my hide-um-do, to my hide-u-deAnd now my song it's ended and they won't sing any moreAnd if anyone's offended, they can walk inside the doorTo my hide-um-do, to my hide-u-de To my hide-um-do, to my hide-u-deNow that's better!*