The Boy Who Wouldn't Hoe Corn
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"