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 courtship 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 one 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. Saying: \"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.\"