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."