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. [bad word] 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 [bad word] for me to wed?
 "You, can't even make your own corn grain.
 "Single I am, and will remain.
 "lazy man, I won't maintain."

 He turned his back and walked away.
 Sayin: "Little miss, [bad word] the day.
 [bad word] the day that you were born.
 "For givin' me the devil 'cos I wouldn't hoe corn."