O Once up-on a time in Arkansas,
An old man sat in his lit-tle ca-bin door,
And Fid-dled at a tune that he liked to hear,
A jol-ly old tune that he play-ed by ear.
It was rain-ing hard, but the fid-dler did'nt care,
He saw-ed a-way at the pop-ular air,
Tho' his roof tree leak-ed like a wa-ter fall,
that didn't seem to bo-ther the man at all.
A Traveler was riding by that day,
And stopped to hear him a practicing away;
The cabin was afloat and his feet were wet,
But still the old man did't seem to fret.
So the Stranger said, "Now the way it seems to me
you had better mend your roof" said he.
But the old man said, as he played away
"I couldn't mend it now i'ts a rainy day'"
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The Traveler replied: "That's all quite true,
But this I think is the thing for you to do;
Get busy on a day tha'ts fair and bright,
Then patch the old roof till it's good and tight."
But the old man kept a [playing at his reel,
And tapped the ground with his leathery heel:
"Get along", said he, "for you give me a pain:
my cabin never leaks when it doesn't rain."
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