| Tell you little story and it won’t take long
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| 'Bout a lazy farmer who wouldn’t hoe his corn
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| The reason why I never could tell
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| But that young man was always well
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| He planted his corn in the month of June
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| By July it was up to his eyes
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| Come September came a big frost
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| And all the young man’s corn was lost
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| His courtship had just begun
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| Said, «Young man, have you hoed some corn?»
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| «Well, I tried and I tried and I tried in vain
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| But I don’t believe I raised one grain.»
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| He went downtown to his neighbor’s door
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| He had often been before
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| Said, «Pretty little miss, will you marry me?
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| Little miss what do you say?»
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| «Why do you come for me to wed?
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| Can’t even make your own corn grain
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| Single I am and will remain;
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| A lazy man I won’t maintain.»
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| He turned his back and walked away
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| Sayin', «Little miss you rue the day
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| You’ll rue the day that you were born
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| For givin' me the devil cause I wouldn’t hoe corn.» |