Drimmendoo A comical ditty I will sing ye now Concerning a poor mon that had a poor cow Each day he'd bring her from the fields to be fed But arising one morning found Drimmendoo dead And it's o-ro Drimmendoo O-ra-hawn Drimmendoo Deelish-go-gee-to-schlan T'was yesterdays morning, Friday last When I milked me old Drimmendoo on the green grass And so white was her milk and so slick was her tail That I thought me old Drimmendoo never would fail And it's o-ro Drimmendoo O-ra-hawn Drimmendoo Deelish-go-gee-to-schlan Bad luck to you Drimmendoo, what made you die For it twas not for the want of good corn or hi Yes, corn and hi and enough of it too For it's abba-boo hwilla-loo, what'll I do And it's o-ro Drimmendoo O-ra-hawn Drimmendoo Deelish-go-gee-to-schlan Bad luck to the praist and the friar also For they promised to keep me from sorrow an' woe And when they found that I was in distress For regards of one shillin' poor Drimmen lost Mass And it's o-ro Drimmendoo O-ra-hawn Drimmendoo Deelish-go-gee-to-schlan 'Tis, now I must sit down and ate a dry mail For I have no more butter to butter me kale And o, no more strippin's to sop to me bread For it's abba-boo hwilla-loo, Drimmendoo's dead And it's o-ro Drimmendoo O-ra-hawn Drimmendoo Deelish-go-gee-to-schlan From the Max Hunter Folk Song Collection Collected from Fred Smith, Arkansas, 1958 RG apr00
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