| Well, las' Monday mornin', Lawd, Lawd, Lawd, |
| Well, las' Monday mornin', Lawd, Lawd, Lawd |
| My daddy went a-huntin' |
| Well, he carried along his zulu1 |
| Well, along come a grey goose |
| Well, he throwed it to his shoulder, |
| an' he ram his hammer' way back |
| Well, he pulled on de trigger |
| Well, down he come a-windin' |
| He was six weeks a-fallin' |
| He was six weeks a-findin' |
| An' he put him on de wagon, |
| An’he taken him to de white house |
| He was six weeks a-pickin' |
| Lordy, your wife an’my wife, |
| Oh, they give a feather pickin' |
| An' they put him on to parboil2 |
| He was six months a-parboil', |
| An' they put him on de table, |
| Now, de fork couldn' stick him, |
| An' de knife couldn’t cut him |
| An' they throwed him in de hog-pen, |
| An' he broke de ol’sow’s jawbone |
| An' they taken him to de sawmill, |
| An' he broke de saw’s teeth out |
| An' de las' time I seed him, |
| Well, he’s flyin' across de ocean, |
| Wid a long string o' goslin’s, |
| An' they all goin': quank quink-quank |