Wicked Dickie
Ladies and gentlemen, this is a song about an old man
He had a cow
He had but one cow, and the cow died
He loved the cow better than his own child
When the cow died, getting grieved by the cow was going no milk and butter
At home
So, here come this song
If you mourn for Dickie, I'll tell you right now
He was an old man and he had but one cow
Over hedges and ditches and fields he had plowed
He ran for his life just to get to his cow
Oh, wicked, wicked Dickie done died
Oh, wicked Dickie done died
If you mourn for Dickie, I'll tell you right now
He was an old man and he had but one cow
Over hedges and ditches and fields he had plowed
He ran for his life just to get to his cow
Oh, wicked Dickie done died
Oh, wicked Dickie done died
When the old man heard that his cow she was dead
Over hedges and ditches you see he had fled
Over hedges and ditches and fields that were mown
He ran for his life just to get to his own
Oh, wicked Dickie done died
Oh, wicked Dickie done died
Now I sit down and I eat my dried meal
But I have no milk what to put in my pail
I have no butter to sop with my bread
Now old wicked Dickie is dead
Oh, wicked Dickie done died
Oh, wicked Dickie done died
If you mourn for Dickie, I'll tell you right now
He was an old man and he had but one cow
Over hedges and ditches and fields he had plowed
He ran for his life just to get to his cow
O Velho Dickie
Senhoras e senhores, essa é uma canção sobre um velho
Ele tinha uma vaca
Ele tinha apenas uma vaca, e a vaca morreu
Ele amava a vaca mais do que seu próprio filho
Quando a vaca morreu, a tristeza era não ter leite e manteiga
Em casa
Então, aqui vem essa canção
Se você chora pelo Dickie, eu te digo agora
Ele era um velho e tinha apenas uma vaca
Por cercas e valas e campos que ele arou
Ele correu pela vida só pra chegar na sua vaca
Oh, o malvado, malvado Dickie morreu
Oh, o malvado Dickie morreu
Se você chora pelo Dickie, eu te digo agora
Ele era um velho e tinha apenas uma vaca
Por cercas e valas e campos que ele arou
Ele correu pela vida só pra chegar na sua vaca
Oh, o malvado, malvado Dickie morreu
Oh, o malvado Dickie morreu
Quando o velho ouviu que sua vaca tinha morrido
Por cercas e valas você vê que ele fugiu
Por cercas e valas e campos que foram cortados
Ele correu pela vida só pra chegar na sua
Oh, o malvado, malvado Dickie morreu
Oh, o malvado Dickie morreu
Agora eu me sento e como minha comida seca
Mas não tenho leite pra colocar no meu balde
Não tenho manteiga pra molhar meu pão
Agora o velho malvado Dickie está morto
Oh, o malvado, malvado Dickie morreu
Oh, o malvado Dickie morreu
Se você chora pelo Dickie, eu te digo agora
Ele era um velho e tinha apenas uma vaca
Por cercas e valas e campos que ele arou
Ele correu pela vida só pra chegar na sua vaca