I’ll sing you a song and it’s not very long,
It’s about a young man who wouldn’t hoe corn.
The reason why I can’t tell,
This young man was always well.
He planted his corn in the month of June
And in July it was knee high.
September first came a frost
And all this young man’s corn was lost.
He went to the fence and there peeped in,
The weeds and grass came up to his chin.
The weeds and grass grew so high,
They caused this young man for to sigh.
So he went down to his neighbor’s door,
Where he had often been before.
“Pretty little miss, will you marry me?
Pretty little miss, what do you say?”
“Here you are, a-wanting for to wed.
And can’t grow corn for to make corn bread!
Single I am, single I’ll remain,
A lazy man I’ll not maintain.”
“You go down to that pretty little widow
And I hope, by heck, that you don’t get her.”
She gave him the mitten, sure as you’re born,
All because he wouldn’t hoe corn.
Extras for Plus Members
- Song with chords (PDF)
- MIDI file
- Listen to the song