Poor Jud Is Dead

Pore Jud is daid, Pore Jud Fry is daid, All gather 'round his cawfin now and cry He had a heart of gold And he wasn't very old Oh why did such a feller have to die? Pore Jud is daid Pore Jud Fry is daid, He's lookin' oh so peaceful and serene Jud: And serene! He's all laid out to rest With his hands acrost his chest His fingernails have never been so clean! Then the preacher'd get up and he'd say: Folks, we are gathered here to moan And groan over our brother Jud Fry, Who hung hisself up by a rope in his smokehouse Then there'd be weepin' and wailin'... From some of those women. Then he'd say: Jud was the most misunderstood man in this here territory. People used to think he was a mean ugly feller and they called Him a dirty skunk and an ornery pig stealer But the folks that really knowed him. Knowed that beneath them two dirty shirts he always wore There beat a heart as big as all outdoors As big as all outdoors. Jud Fry loved his feller man He loved hes feller man Curly (Spoken): He loved the birds of the air and the beasts of the field. He loved the mice and the vermin in the barns, and he treated The rats like equals, which was right. And he loved little children. He loved everybody and everything in the whole world! Only he never let on, so nobody ever knowed it. Pore Jud is Daid Pore Jud Fry is daid His friends'll weep and wail for miles around Jud: Miles Around! The daisies in the dell Will give out a different smell Because Pore Jud is underneath the ground. Pore Jud is daid A Candle lights his haid He's layin' in a cawfin made of wood Curly: Wood... And folks are feelin' sad Cause they useter treat him bad But now they know their friend is gone for good Curly: Good. Both: Pore Jud is Daid a candle lights his haid! He's lookin' oh so purty and so nice He looks like he's asleep, It's a shame that he won't keep But it's summer and we're running out of ice. Both: Pore Jud, Pore Jud.