Curly:

Pore Jud is daid,

Pore Jud Fry is daid.

All gather 'round his coffin now and cry

He had a heart of gold

And he wasn't very old

Oh, why did such a fella have to die?

Pore Jud is daid,

Pore Jud Fry is daid.

He's lookin' oh so peaceful and serene



Jud:

And serene!



Curly:

He's all laid down to rest

with his hands across his chest

His finger nails have never been so clean...



Curly:

[speaking]

And then the preacher'd get up and he'd say: "Folks, we are gathered here to

mourn and growl of our brother Jud Fry, who hung himself up by a rope and smoke

outs, and then we have been weepin' and wailin' within some of the women".

And then he'd say: "Jud was the most misunderstood man in the territory'. People

used to think he was a mean, ugly fella and they called 'im a dirty skunk and a

northern pick stealer.



Curly:

[Singing]

But the folks that really knowed 'im

Knowed that neath them dirty shirts he always wore,

There beated a heart as big as all outdoors



Jud:

As big as all outdoors-



Curly:

Jud Fry loved his fella men,



Jud:

He loved his fella men-



Curly:

[Speaking]

He loved the birds of the forest

And the bees of the field,

He loved the mice and the vermin in the barn,

And he treated the rats like equals, which he was right!

And he loved the little children, he loved everybody

And everything in the world...Only he'd never let on,

So nobody ever noticed..."



Curly:

[Singing]

Pore Jud is daid,

Pore Jud Fry is daid,

His friends all weep and wail for miles around--



Jud:

Miles around!



Curly