Pore Jud Is Daid - Rodgers And Hammerstein
[Gordon] Pore Jud is daid, Pore Jud Fry is daid, All gether round his cawfin now and cry. He had a heart of gold And he wasn't very old~ Oh, why did such a feller have to die? Pore Jud is daid, Pore Jud Fry is daid. He's lookin', oh so peaceful and serene~ [Rod] And serene! [Gordon] He's all laid out to rest With his hands acrost his chest. His finger nails have never b'en so clean. [Gordon] [speaking] Nen the preacher'd git up and he'd say: "Folks! We are gethered here to Moan and groan over our brother Jud Fry, who hung hisse'f up by a rope in the smokehouse. " Nen there'd be weepin' and wailin' from some of those womern. Nen he'd say, "Jud was the most misunderstood man in the territory. People useter think he was a mean, ugly feller, And they called him a dirty skunk and a ornery pig-stealer. [Gordon] [Singing] But the folks 'at really knowed him, Knowed 'at beneath them two dirty shirts he alw'ys wore, There beat a heart as big as all outdoors. " [Rod] As big as all outdoors. [Gordon] Jud Fry loved his fellow man. [Rod] He loved his fellow man. [Gordon] [Speaking with the impassioned infections of an evangelist] He loved the birds of the forest and the beasts of the field, He loved the mice and the vermin in the barn, And he treated the rats like equals~which he was right. And he loved little children. He loved ev'ybody and ev'ythin' in the world... On'y he never let on, so nobody ever knowed it! [Gordon] [Singing] Pore Jud is daid, Pore Jud Fry is daid, His friends'll weep and wail fer miles around. [Rod] Miles around. [Gordon] The daisies in the dell Will give out a diff'runt smell Becuz pore Jud is underneath the ground. [Rod] Pore Jud is daid, A candle lights his haid, He's layin' in a cawfin made of wood. [Gordon] Wood. [Rod] And folks are feelin' sad Cuz they useter to treat him bad, And now they know their friend has gone fer good. [Gordon] Good. [Rod And Gordon] Pore Jud is daid, A candle lights his haid~ [Gordon] He's lookin', oh, so purty and so nice! He looks like he's asleep. It's a shame that he won't keep, But it's summer and we're runnin' out of ice... Pore Jud~pore Jud
Artist: Rodgers And Hammerstein
Title: Pore Jud Is Daid