Rodgers And Hammerstein - Pore Jud Is Daid lyrics

[Gordon] Pore Jud is daid Pore Jud Fry is daid All gether 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~ [Rod] And serene! [Gordon] He's all laid out to rest With his hands acrost his chest His finger nails have never b'en so clean [Gordon] [speaking] Nen the preacher'd git up and he'd say: "Folks! We are gethered here to Moan and groan over our brother Jud Fry, who hung hisse'f up by a rope in the smokehouse. " Nen there'd be weepin' and wailin' from some of those womern Nen he'd say, "Jud was the most misunderstood man in the territory. People useter think he was a mean, ugly feller And they called him a dirty skunk and a ornery pig-stealer [Gordon] [Singing] But the folks 'at really knowed him Knowed 'at beneath them two dirty shirts he alw'ys wore There beat a heart as big as all outdoors. " [Rod] As big as all outdoors [Gordon] Jud Fry loved his fellow man [Rod] He loved his fellow man [Gordon] [Speaking with the impa**ioned infections of an evangelist] He loved the birds of the forest and the beasts 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 little children He loved ev'ybody and ev'ythin' in the world... On'y he never let on, so nobody ever knowed it! [Gordon] [Singing] Pore Jud is daid Pore Jud Fry is daid His friends'll weep and wail fer miles around [Rod] Miles around [Gordon] The daisies in the dell Will give out a diff'runt smell Becuz pore Jud is underneath the ground [Rod] Pore Jud is daid A candle lights his haid He's layin' in a cawfin made of wood [Gordon] Wood [Rod] And folks are feelin' sad Cuz they useter to treat him bad And now they know their friend has gone fer good [Gordon] Good [Rod And Gordon] Pore Jud is daid A candle lights his haid~ [Gordon] 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 runnin' out of ice... Pore Jud~pore Jud