I'll sing a little song but it ain't very long
About a lazy farmer who wouldn't hoe his corn
And why it was I never could tell
For that young man was always well
That young man was always well

He planted his corn on June the last
In July it was up to his eye
In September there came a big frost
And all that young man's corn was lost
All that young man's corn was lost

He started to the field and got there at last
The grass and weeds was up to his chin
The grass and weeds had grown so high
It caused that poor man for to sigh
Caused that poor man for to sigh

Now his courtship had just begun
She said, "Young man have you hoed your corn?"
"I've tried I've tried I've tried in vain
But I don't believe I'll raise one grain
Don't believe I'll raise one grain"

"Why do you come to me to wed
If you can't raise your own cornbread?
Single I am and will remain
For a lazy man I won't maintain
A lazy man I won't maintain"
He hung his head and walked away
Saying "Kind miss you'll rue the day
You'll rue the day that you were born
For giving me the devil 'cause I wouldn't hoe my corn
Giving me the devil 'cause I wouldn't hoe my corn"

Now his courtship was to an end
On his way he then began
Saying "Kind miss I'll have another girl
If I have to ramble this big wide world
If I have to ramble this big wide world"