[1m] Tell you a little story and it won't take [^b6] long
'Bout a [^b7] lazy farmer who wouldn't hoe his [1m] corn
The reason why I never could [^b6] tell
For [^b7] that young man was always [1m] well

He planted his corn in the month of June
And 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 one grain

He went down town to his neighbor'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