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110 AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS *
THE MAN THAT WOULDN'T HOE CORN
I'll sing you a song, it won't take long, Concerning a man who wouldn't hoe corn. The reason why I cannot tell, For this young man was always well.
In the month of May he planted his corn,
And in July it was knee high.
In September there came a frost,
The seed of his corn this young man lost.
He went to the fence, peeped in with a grin, The chick-a-pie weeds were up to his chin. The weeds and grass had grown so high, It almost made this young man cry.
Then off to a neighbor's house he goes, Courting, as we all suppose; And in the chat as chance came round, She says, "Young man, have you hoed your ground?"
"O no, my dear, I've laid it by, I thought it was no use to try, I thought it folly to labor in vain, When I saw I could raise no grain."