Uncle Ned

There was an old man, they 4 called him Uncle Ned
He 1 lived long, long a 5 go
He 1 had no wool on the 4 top of his head
In the 1 place where the 5 wool oughta 1 grow

Chorus
Lay down the shovel and the hoe
Hang up the fiddle and the bow
There's no more work for poor old Ned
He's gone where the good folks go

His fingers were long like the cane in the brake
And he had no eyes for to see
He had no teeth for to eat the hoe cakes
So he had to let the hoe cakes be

One cold frosty morning, poor Uncle Ned died
Master's tears ran down like rain
'Cause he knew when poor Ned was under the ground
He'd never see his like again