Ol' MacDonald had a farm, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo.

And on this farm there was a chick, the purdiest chick I know.

With a little curve here and a little curve there

This chick she had curves everywhere,

Ol' MacDonald had a farm, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo.



And, oh, this chick she had a walk, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo.

And how this walk would drive 'em wild, swingin' to and fro.

With a little wiggle here and a little wiggle there,

Man this chicks had wiggles to spare.

Ol' Macdonald had a farm, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo.



When she went walkin' in the town, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo,

the local gentry popped their eyes, tarnation, what a show.

With a gol dang here and a gosh darn there,

Heaven's to Betsy, I do declare!

Ol' Macdonald had a farm, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo.



There was a barn dance saturday night, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo.

And the fellas came from miles around just to see her do-see-do.

With a promenade here and a promenade there, At a square dance boy,

this chick was no square. Ol' Macdonald had a farm, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo.



I used to be a travelin' man, eeeee-yi-ooo.

Until I hit MacDonald's place things were mighty slow.

With a little chick here and a little chick there,

I didn't have a real chick anywhere.

Ol' Macdonald had a farm, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo.



This farmer's daughter knocked me out, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo. (Ah -hah!)

I asked Macdonald for her hand and Pappy hollered: