Sung by: Mrs. Sherman Rutherford
Recorded in Batesville, AR 9/1/58

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Come, all you young people,
And listen to my song.
I'll tell you of a young man
That wouldn't hoe his corn.
The reason why I cannot tell,
For this young man was always well.

He planted his corn in July,
And in September he laid it by,
And in October there come a big frost,
And all that young man's corn was lost.

He went to the fence and he peeked in;
The careless weeds just reached his chin.
The weeds and grass that grew so high
Caused that young man's heart to sigh.

He went to his nearest neighbor's house,
A-courting there to get him a wife,
And when his courtship first begun,
She says, "Young man, have you hoed your corn?"

He quickly gave her this reply,
"Yes, kind miss, I've laid it by,
But all my work and toil's in vain,
For I don't believe I'll make one grain."

"Your courting here, your court's in vain--
A lazy man I won't maintain.
I'd rather think that the handles of a plow
Would suit you better than a wife just now."

Also found in Randolph, Vol. III, #441, "The Lazy Young Man"; Brown, Vol. III, #216, "The Man Who Wouldn't Hoe His Corn."

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