Old Crumley

or I can do more work in a day than my wife can do in three



Old Crumley he began to swear

As the leaf grows on the tree, tree

That he could do as much work in a day

As his wife could do in three, three

That he could do as much work in a day

As his wife could do in three, three



Mrs. Crumley she picked up the whip

And went to drive the plow, plow

Crumley he picked up the pail

And went to milk the cow, cow

Crumley he picked up the pail

And went to milk the cow, cow



When Old Brindle saw him a coming

She began to beller and blow, blow

She kicked Old Crumley on the shin

Till the blood ran off his toe, toe

She kicked Old Crumley on the shin

Till the blood ran off his toe, toe



He looked to the East, he looked to the West

He looked towards the sun, sun

Thought it had been a very long day

"I wish my wife would come, come"

Thought it had been a very long day

"I wish my wife would come, come"



this is an abbreviated version

sometimes Phoebe and Equinoxal

@work @feminist @animal

recorded by Edna Ritchie, Jean Ritchie, Peggy Seeger, etc

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