I would not go to old Joe's house,
Tell you the reason why,
I can't get around his garden spot,
For tearing down all his rye.

Round and round all, old Joe Clark,
Round and round, I say,
He'll foller me ten thousand miles,
To hear my fiddle play.

Old Joe's got an old red cow,
I know her by the bell.
If she ever gits in my cornfield,
I'll shoot her shore as Hell.

Round and round all, old Joe Clark,
Round and round, I say,
Round and round, old Joe Clark,
I ain't got long to stay.

I went up to old Joe's house,
Old Joe wasn't at home;
I eat up all of his ham meat
And throwed away the bone.

Fare you well, old Joe Clark,
Good-by, Betty Brown,
Fare you well, old Joe Clark,
Fare you well, I'm gone.

I went down to old Joe Clark's,
Old Joe wasn't at home;
Jumped in bed with old Joe's wife
And broke her tucking comb.

I won't go down to old Joe's house,
I've told you here before;
He fed me in a hog-trough
And I won't go there any more.

Sixteen horses in my team,
And the leaders, they are blind;
And every time the sun goes down,
There's a pretty gal on my mind.

Eighteen miles of mountain road
And fifteen miles of sand;
If I ever travel this road again,
I'll be a married man.

Never got no money,
Got no place to stay,
Got no place to lay my head,
Chicken's a-crowin' for day.

I wish I was an apple
A-hanging on yonder's tree—
Ev'ry time a pretty gal passed
She'd take a bite of me.

Wish I was a sugar tree,
Standing in the middle of some town—
Ev'ry time a pretty gal passed,
I'd shake some sugar down.

Wish I had a nickel,
Wish I had a dime,
Wish I had a pretty lil gal,
For to kiss her an' call her mine.

Wish I was in Tennessee,
Settin' in a big armcheer,
One arm round my whisky jug,
The other round my dear.

I climbed up the oak tree,
She climbed up the gum;
Never saw a pretty lil gal,
But what I liked her some.

When I was a little girl
I used to play with toys;
But now I am a bigger girl
I'd rather play with boys.

When I was a little boy
I used to want a knife;
But now I am a bigger boy
All I want is a wife.