Cat. #0955 (MFH #317) - As sung by Ollie Gilbert, Mountain View, Arkansas on February 9, 1970
VERSE 1
One Monday mornin' John did go-wo-wo
Down in th meadow there to mow
Rude-i-rude-i-rue
VERSE 2
He hadn't mowed around th field
Till a rattle-cum snake, bit 'im on th heel
Rude-i-rude-i-rue
VERSE 3
O Sammy, Sammy, go tell my gal
That I'm gonna die, an' I know I shall
Rude-i-rude-i-rue
VERSE 4
Sammy, Sammy he took th news
Here come Sal, without her shoes
Rude-i-rude-i-rue
VERSE 5
O, Johnny, O, Johnny, I've come here now
Your ole Sal-wal, when th meader get ripe
Has to be mowed
Rude-i-rude-i-rue
VERSE 6
He threw himself down on th ground
Shut both eyes an' e' looked all around
Rude-i-rude-i-rue