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"