1. I'll sing you a song and it's not very long,
It's about a young man who wouldn't hoe corn,
The reason why I cannot tell,
For this young man was always well.
2. He planted his corn in the month of June,
And by July it was knee high.
First of September come a big frost,
And all this young man's corn was lost.
3. He went to the fence and there peeked in,
The weeds and the grass come up to this chin.
The weeds and the grass they grew so high,
It caused this young man for to sigh.
4. He went down to his neighbor's door,
Where he had often been before.
Saying, "Pretty little miss, will you mary me,
Pretty little miss what do you say."
5. Here you are awanting for to wed,
And cannot make your own cornbread.
Single I am, single I'll remain,
A lazy man I'll not maintain.
6. Well, he went down to the pretty little widder,
And I hope by heck that he don't git her.
She gave him the mitten sure as you're born
All because he wouldn't hoe corn.
