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Bob Dylan : Good As I Been To You
1992

  1. Frankie And Albert
  2. Jim Jones
  3. Blackjack Davey
  4. Canadee-i-o
  5. Sittin' On Top Of The World
  6. Little Maggie
  7. Hard Times

  8. Step It Up And Go
  9. Tomorrow Night
  10. Arthur McBride
  11. You're Gonna Quit Me, Baby
  12. Diamond Joe
  13. Froggie Went A-Courtin'

Frankie And Albert

<Trad; Roud 254>
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Frankie was a good girl, everybody knows
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Paid one hundred dollars for Albert's new suite of clothes
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He was her man but he done her wrong Albert said, "I'm leaving you, won't be gone for long Don't wait up for me, or worry about me when I'm gone" He was her man but he done her wrong Frankie went down to the corner saloon, get a bucket of beer Said to the bartender, "Has my lovin' man been here?" He was her man but he done her wrong "Well, I ain't gonna tell you no story, I ain't gonna tell you no lie I saw Albert an hour ago, with a gal named Alice Bly" He was her man but he done her wrong Frankie went down to 12th Street, lookin' up through the window high She saw her Albert there, lovin' up Alice Bly He was her man but he done her wrong Frankie pulled out a pistol, pulled out a forty-four Gun went off, a rooty-toot-toot, and Albert fell on the floor He was her man but he done her wrong Frankie got down upon her knees, took Albert into her lap Started to hug and kiss him, but there was no bringin' him back He was her man but he done her wrong "Gimme a thousand policemen, throw me into a cell I shot my Albert dead, and now I'm goin' to hell He was her man but he done me wrong" Judge said to the jury, "Plain as a thing can be A woman shot her lover down, murder in the second degree" He was her man but he done her wrong Frankie went to the scaffold, calm as a girl could be Turned her eyes up towards the heavens, said, "Nearer, my God, to Thee" He was her man but he done her wrong

Jim Jones

<Trad; Roud 5478>
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Come and listen for a moment, lads, and hear me tell my tale
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How across the sea from England I was condemned to sail
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Now the jury found me guilty, then says the judge, says he
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"Oh, for life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you across the stormy sea
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But take a tip before you ship to join the iron gang
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Don't get too gay in Botany Bay or else you'll surely hang
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Or else you'll surely hang," says he, "And after that, Jim Jones
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It's high up upon the gallows tree, the crows will pick your bones" Well our ship was high upon the sea when pirates came along But the soldiers on our convict ship were full five hundred strong For they opened fire and somehow drove that pirate ship away But I'd rather have joined that pirate ship than gone to Botany Bay With the storms ragin' round us and the winds a-blowin' gales I'd rather have drowned in misery than gone to New South Wales There's no time for mischief there, they say, remember that says they Oh, they'll flog the poaching out of you down there in Botany Bay Now it's day and night and the irons clang and like poor galley slaves We toil and toil, and when we die must fill dishonored graves And it's by and by I'll slip my chains, well, into the bush I'll go And I'll join the brave bush rangers there, Jack Donahue and co And some dark night, when everything is silent in the town I'll shoot those tyrants one and all, I'll gun the flogger down Oh, I'll give the land a little shock to remember what I say And they'll yet regret they sent Jim Jones in chains to Botany Bay

Blackjack Davey

<Trad; Roud 1; Child 200>
Capo:
IV
Am
Black Jack Davey come a-ridin' on by
Em
A-whistlin' loud and merry
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Made the woods around him ring (
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And he charmed the heart of a lady
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Charmed the heart of a lady "How old are you, my pretty little miss How old are you, my honey" She answered to him with a lovin' smile "I'll be sixteen come Sunday Be sixteen come Sunday" "Come and go with me, my pretty little miss Come and go with me, my honey Take you where the grass grows green You never will want for money You never will want for money "Pull off, pull off them high-heeled shoes All made of Spanish leather Get behind me on my horse And we'll ride off together We'll both go off together" Well, she pulled off them high-heeled shoes Made of Spanish leather Got behind him on his horse And they rode off together They rode off together At night the boss came home Inquiring about this lady The servant spoke before she thought "She's been with Black Jack Davey Rode off with Black Jack Davey" "Well, saddle for me my coal-black stud He's speedier than the gray I rode all day and I'll ride all night And I'll overtake my lady I'll bring back my lady" Well, he rode all night till the broad daylight Till he came to a river ragin' And there he spied his darlin' bride In the arms of Black Jack Davey Wrapped up with Black Jack Davey "Pull off, pull off them long blue gloves All made of the finest leather Give to me your lily-white hand And we'll both go home together We'll both go home together" Well, she pulled off them long blue gloves All made of the finest leather Gave to him her lily-white hand And said goodbye forever Bid farewell forever "Would you forsake your house and home Would you forsake your baby? Would you forsake your husband, too To go with Black Jack Davey Ride off with Black Jack Davey?" "Well, I'll forsake my house and home And I'll forsake my baby I'll forsake my husband, too For the love of Black Jack Davey Ride off with Black Jack Davey" "Last night I slept in a feather bed Between my husband and baby Tonight I lay on the river banks In the arms of Black Jack Davey Love my Black Jack Davey"

Canadee-i-o

<Trad; Roud 309>
Capo:
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See also Canadee-i-o (Nic Jones).
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Well, it's all of fair and handsome girl
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She's all in her tender years
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She fell in love with a sailor boy
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It's true she loved him well
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For to go off to sea with him
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Like she did not know how
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She longed to see that seaport town
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Of Canadee-i-o So she bargained with the sailor boy All for a piece of gold Straightaway then he led her Down into the hold Sayin', "I'll dress you up in sailor's clothes Your jacket shall be blue You will see that seaport town Of Canadee-i-o Now, when the other sailors heard the news Well, they fell into a rage And with all the ship's company They were willing to engage Saying, "We'll tie her hands and feet, my boys Overboard we'll throw her She'll never see that seaport town Called Canadee-i-o Now, when the captain he heard the news Well, he too fell in a rage And with the whole ship's company He was willing to engage Sayin', "She'll stay in sailor's clothes Her collar shall be blue She will see that seaport town Called Canadee-i-o Now, when they come down to Canada Scarcely 'bout half a year She's married this bold captain Who called her his dear She's dressed in silks and satins now She cuts a gallant show Finest of the ladies Down Canadee-i-o Come, all you fair and tender girls Wheresoever you may be I'd have you to follow your own true love Whene'er he goes to sea For if the sailors prove false to you Well, the captain, he might prove true You'll see the honor I have gained By the wearing of the blue

Sittin' On Top Of The World

<Trad; Roud 7689>
E(iv) xxx454 (but E(vii) works just as well: 079990)
E
Was in the summer, one early fall
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Just tryin' to find my little all-and-all
E(iv)
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Now she's gone and I don't worry
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Lord, I'm sittin' on top of the world : . . . . . . : .
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 Was in the springtime, one summer's day Just when she left me, she gone to stay Now she's gone and I don't worry Lord, I'm sittin' on top of the world : . . . . . . : .
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 Now don't come runnin', holdin' up your hand Can get me a woman quick as you can get a man Now she's gone and I don't worry Lord, I'm sittin' on top of the world Happen for days, didn't know your name Oh, why should I worry or crave you in vain? Now she's gone and I don't worry Lord, I'm sittin' on top of the world Went to the station, down in the yard Gonna get me a freight train, work's done got hard Now she's gone and I don't worry Lord, I'm sittin' on top of the world The lonesome days, they have gone by Why should I beg you? You said goodbye Now she's gone and I don't worry Lord, I'm sittin' on top of the world : . . . : . .
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Little Maggie

<Trad; Roud 5723>
Capo:
II
See also Darling Corey.
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Oh, where is little Maggie?
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Over yonder she stands Rifle on her shoulder Six-shooter in her hand How can I ever stand it? Just to see them two blue eyes Shinin' like some diamonds Like some diamonds in the sky Rather be in some lonely hollow Where the sun don't ever shine Than to see you be another man's darling And to know that you'll never be mine Well, it's march me away to the station With my suitcase in my hand Yes, march me away to the station I'm off to some far-distant land Sometimes I have a nickel And sometimes I have a dime Sometimes I have ten dollars Just to pay for little Maggie's wine Pretty flowers are made for blooming Pretty stars are made to shine Pretty girls are made for boy's love Little Maggie was made for mine Well, yonder stands little Maggie With a dram glass in her hand She's a drinkin' down her troubles Over courtin' some other man

Hard Times

<Stephen Foster>
C(iii) xxx553
B xxx442
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Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears
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While we all sup sorrow with the poor
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There's a song that will linger forever in our ears
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Oh, hard times, come again no more
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'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary
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Hard times, hard times, come again no more
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Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door
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Oh, hard times, come again no more
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 While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay There are frail forms fainting at the door Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say Oh, hard times, come again no more 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary Hard times, hard times, come again no more Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door Oh, hard times, come again no more There's pale drooping maiden who toils her life away With a worn out heart, whose better days are o'er Though her voice it would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day Oh, hard times, come again no more 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary Hard times, hard times, come again no more Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door Oh, hard times, come again no more

Step It Up And Go

<Trad>
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Got a little girl, little and low
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She used to love me but she don't no more
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She gotta step it up and go Yeah, go
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Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go Got a little girl, she stays upstairs Make a livin' by puttin' on airs Gotta step it up and go, yeah, man Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go Front door shut, back door too Blinds pulled down, whatcha gonna do? Gotta step it up and go, yeah, go Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go Got a little girl, her name is Ball Give a little bit, she took it all I said step it up and go, yeah, man Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go Me and my baby walkin' down the street Tellin' everybody 'bout the chief of police Gotta step it up and go, yeah, go Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go Tell my woman I'll see her at home Ain't no lovin' since she been gone Gotta step it up and go, yeah, go Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go Well, I'll sing this verse, ain't gonna sing no more Hear my gal call me and I got to go Step it up and go, yeah, man Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go

Tomorrow Night

<Sam Coslow; Will Grosz>
Capo:
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Fdim 12310x (use thumb)
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Tomorrow night
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Will you remember what you said tonight?
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Tomorrow night
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Will all the thrill be gone? Tomorrow night Will it be just another memory? Or just another song That's in my heart to linger on?
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Your lips are so tender
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Your heart is beating fast
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And you willingly surrender
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B7
To me, but darling will it last Tomorrow night Will you be with me when the moon is bright? Tomorrow night Will you say those lovely things you said tonight Your lips are so tender Your heart is beating fast And you willingly surrender To me, but darling will it last?

Arthur McBride

<Trad; Roud 2355>
Capo:
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Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
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As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside
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Now mark what followed and what did betide
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For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
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Now, for recreation, we went on a tramp
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And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp
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And a little wee drummer intending to camp
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For the day bein' pleasant and charmin' "Good morning, good morning," the Sergeant he cried "And the same to you, gentlemen," we did reply Intending no harm but meant to pass by For it bein' on Christmas mornin' "But," says he, "My fine fellows, if you will enlist Ten guineas in gold I'll stick to your fist And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust And drink the king's health in the morning "For a soldier, he leads a very fine life And he always is blessed with a charming young wife And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife And he always lives pleasant and charmin' And a soldier, he always is decent and clean In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen While other poor fellows go dirty and mean And sup on thin gruel in the morning"
Instrumental verse
"But," says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes For you've only the lend of them, as I suppose And you dare not change them one night, for you know If you do, you'll be flogged in the morning And although that we're single and free We take great delight in our own company We have no desire strange places to see Although that your offers are charming "And we have no desire to take your advance All hazards and dangers we barter on chance For you'd have no scruples for to send us to France
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Where we would get shot without warning" "Oh no," says the Sergeant. "I'll have no such chat And neither will I take it from snappy young brats For if you insult me with one other word I'll cut off your heads in the morning" And Arthur and I, we soon drew our hogs And we scarce gave them time to draw their own blades When a trusty shillelagh came over their head And bid them take that as fair warning And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides We flung them as far as we could in the tide "Now take them up, devils!" cried Arthur McBride "And temper their edge in the mornin'!" And the little wee drummer, we flattened his bow And we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll
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And bade it a tedious returning And we havin' no money, paid them off in cracks We paid no respect to their two bloody backs And we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks And left them for dead in the morning And so, to conclude and to finish disputes We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts And bid them look sharp in the mornin'
Instrumental verse
Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside Mark now what followed and what did betide For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
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You're Gonna Quit Me, Baby

<Trad>
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You're gonna quit me, baby
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Good as I been to you, Lord, Lord
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Good as I been to you, Lord, Lord
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Good as I been to you Give you my money, honey Buy you shoes and clothes, Lord, Lord You're gonna quit me, baby Put me outta doors, Lord, Lord Six months on the chain-gang Believe me, it ain't no fun, Lord, Lord Day you quit me, baby That's the day you die, Lord, Lord Jailhouse ain't no plaything Believe me, ain't no lie, Lord, Lord Day you quit me, baby That's the day you die, Lord, Lord
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Diamond Joe

<Trad; Roud 634>
Capo:
IV
See also Hills of Mexico and Trail of the Buffalo.
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Now there's a man you'll hear about most anywhere you go
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And his holdings are in Texas and his name is Diamond Joe
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And he carries all his money in a diamond-studded jar
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He never took much trouble with the process of the law
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I hired out to Diamond Joe, boys, did offer him my hand
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He gave a string of horses so old they could not stand
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And I nearly starved to death, boys, he did mistreat me so
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And I never saved a dollar in the pay of Diamond Joe
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Now his bread it was corn dodger, and his meat you couldn't chaw
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Nearly drove me crazy with the waggin' of his jaw
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And the tellin' of his story, mean to let you know
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That there never was a rounder that could lie like Diamond Joe
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Now, I tried three times to quit him, but he did argue so
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I'm still punchin' cattle in the pay of Diamond Joe
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And when I'm called up yonder, and it's my time to go
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Give my blankets to my buddies, give the fleas to Diamond Joe

Froggie Went A-Courtin'

<Trad; Roud 16>
Capo:
II
C
Csus4
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Frog went a-courtin', and he did ride, uh-huh
G
Frog went a-courtin', and he did ride, uh-huh
C
Frog went a-courtin', and he did ride
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With a sword and a pistol by his side, uh-huh Well he rode up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh Gave three loud raps and a very big roar, uh-huh Said, "Miss Mouse, are you within?" Uh-huh "Yes, kind sir, I sit and spin," uh-huh He took Miss Mousey on his knee, uh-huh Said, "Miss Mousey, will you marry me?" uh-huh "Without my uncle Rat's consent, uh-huh I wouldn't marry the president," uh-huh Uncle Rat laughed and he shook his fat sides, uh-huh To think his niece would be a bride, uh-huh Uncle Rat went runnin' downtown, uh-huh To buy his niece a wedding gown, uh-huh Where shall the wedding supper be? Uh-huh Way down yonder in a hollow tree, uh-huh What should the wedding supper be? Uh-huh Fried mosquito in a black-eye pea, uh-huh Well, first to come in was a flyin' moth, uh-huh She laid out the table cloth, uh-huh Next to come in was a juney bug, uh-huh She brought the water jug, uh-huh Next to come in was a bumbley bee, uh-huh Sat mosquito on his knee, uh-huh Next to come in was a broken black flea, uh-huh Danced a jig with the bumbley bee, uh-huh Next to come in was Mrs Cow, uh-huh She tried to dance but she didn't know how, uh-huh Next to come in was a little black tick, uh-huh She ate so much she made us sick, uh-huh Next to come in was a big black snake, uh-huh Ate up all of the wedding cake, uh-huh Next to come was the old gray cat, uh-huh Swallowed the mouse and ate up the rat, uh-huh Mr Frog went a-hoppin' up over the brook, uh-huh A lily-white duck come and swallowed him up, uh-huh A little piece of cornbread layin' on a shelf, uh-huh If you want anymore, you can sing it yourself, uh-huh