Tell you 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
But 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 downtown to his neighbor's door
He had often been before
Said "Pretty little miss will you marry me
Little miss what do you say "
"Why do you come for me to wed
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 rue the day
You'll rue the day that you were born
For givin' me the devil cause I wouldn't hoe corn "