Cat. #0560 (MFH #183) - As sung by Mrs. Norma Kisner, Springdale, Arkansas on November 25, 1960
VERSE 1
Father Grumble swore
By th green leafs on th tree, tree
That he could do more work in one day
Than his wife could do in three, three
That he could do more work in one day
Than his wife could do in three
VERSE 2
Mother Grumble says,
Now we'll try an' see, see
You may do th work at th house
An' I'll go follow th plow, plow
You may do th work at th house
An' I'll go follow th plow
VERSE 3
You must feed th little pigs
That stands within th sty, sty
An' you must milk th muley cow
For fear she will go dry, dry
You must milk th muley cow
For fear she will go dry
VERSE 4
An', you must feed th speckled hen
For fear she'll run away, way
An', you must spool th skane of yarn
That I spun yesterday, day
You must spool the skane of yarn
That I spun yesterday
VERSE 5
An', you must churn th cream in th crock
That stands within th frame, frame
An' you must watch th fat in the pot
Or it'll all go into flame, flame
You must watch th fat in th pot
Or it'll all go into flame
VERSE 6
Mother Gumble took th whip
An' went to follow th plow, plow
Father Grumble took th pail
An' went to milk th muley cow, cow
VERSE 7
Th muley cow she ripped, she stoved
She wrinkled up her nose, nose
She gave ole Grumble a lick on th chin
Th blood run down to 'is toes, toes
She gave ole Grumble a lick on th chin
An' th blood run down to 'is toes
VERSE 8
He went to feed th speckled hen
For fear she'd run away, way
An' he forgot to spool th yarn
His wife spun yesterday, day
Fe forgot to spool th yarn
His wife spun yesterday
VERSE 9
He went t' churn th cream in th crock
That stood within th frame, frame
An', he fergot th fat in th pot
An' it all went into flame, flame
He fergot th fat in th pot
An' it all went into flame
VERSE 10
He went t' feed th little pigs
That stood within th sty, sty
He hit his head against a beam
An' th brains begin to fly, fly
He his his head against a beam
An' th brains begin to fly
VERSE 11
He looked t' th east, he looked t' th west
He looked t'ward th sun, sun
He said, it was a very long day
An' his wife would never come home, home
He said, it was a very long day
An' his wife would never come home
VERSE 12
Mother Grumble, she come riding up
Ole Grumble, he looked quite sad, sad
He turned herself around and about
An' said, she was quite glad, glad
She turned herself around and about
An' said, she was quite glad
VERSE 13
Father Grumble, swore by th sun an' th moon
An' all th stars in heaven, heaven
That his wife could do more work in one day
Than he could do in seven, seven
That his wife could do more work in one day
Than he could do in seven