The Boy Who Wouldn't Hoe Corn

Tell you a little story and it won't take long

About a lazy farmer who wouldn't hoe his corn

The reason why I never could tell

For 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 good grain"

He went down town to his neighbour's door

Where he had often been before

Sayin', "Pretty little miss, will you marry me?

Little miss, what do you say?"

"Why do you come for me to wed?

You, 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'll rue the day

You'll rue the day that you were born

For givin' me the devil 'cause I wouldn't hoe corn"