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
And serene!
He's
All laid out to rest
With his hands
Acrost his chest
His finger nails have
Never b'en so clean
Pore Jud is daid
Pore Jud Fry
Is daid
His friends'll
Weep and wail
Fer miles
Around
Miles
Around
The daisies in
The dell
Will
Give out a
Diff'runt
Smell...becuz
Pore Jud is
Underneath the
Ground
Pore Jud is daid
A candle lights
His haid
He's layin' in a
Cawfin made
Of wood
Wood
And folks are
Feelin' sad
Cuz they useter
To treat
Him bad
And now they
Know their friend
Has gone
Fer good
Good
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 runnin'
Out of
lce
Pore Jud
Pore Jud!