Tell You a 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,   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 story, kith, 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 no 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 'cos I wouldn't hoe corn."