but I won't be worried long I asked that judge, "What's gonna be my fine?" Asked that judge, "Say, what's gonna be my fine?" I asked that judge, "What's
mammy's knee Picked up an hammer in his little right hand Said, "Hammer be the death of me, me, me Hammer be the death of me" Some say he's born in
with you On the hunt of the buffalo Of course I'll pay good wages And transportation too If you will agree to work for me Until the season's through