Pumpkins, cantaloupes, watermelons too

A squash and a gramma or a ripe honey dew

The vines grow green where he's passed through

There's plenty there for me and you



Pumpkin Paddy was his name

Pumpkin planting was his game

Wherever he passed through the land

He planted seeds in soil and sand



Pumpkins, cantaloupes, watermelons too

A squash and a gramma or a ripe honey dew

The vines grow green where he's passed through

There's plenty there for me and you



He had an old felt hat and a tired old coat

An old blue scarf around his throat

A great big swag swung across his back

He carried his seeds in a little brown sack



Pumpkins, cantaloupes, watermelons too

A squash and a gramma or a ripe honey dew

The vines grow green where he's passed through

There's plenty there for me and you



One day a farmer saw Paddy go by

He said Hey Paddy, tell me why

You plant those seeds everywhere although

You could never eat all the things you grow



Pumpkins, cantaloupes, watermelons too

A squash and a gramma or a ripe honey dew

The vines grow green where he's passed through

There's plenty there for me and you



Well Paddy sat down and he scratched his head

In a little while he said

While there's a hungry mouth to feed

The world will need my pumpkin seed



Pumpkins, cantaloupes, watermelons too

A squash and a gramma or a ripe honey dew

The vines grow green where he's passed through

There's plenty there for me and you



Pumpkins, cantaloupes, watermelons too

A squash and a gramma or a ripe honey dew

The vines grow green where he's passed through

There's plenty there for me and you