Pore Jud Is Daid

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
 And serene!
 He's all laid out to rest
 With his hands acrost his chest
 His fingernails have never been so clean!
 (Spoken)
 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
 (Sung)
 But the folks that really knowed him.
 (Spoken)
 Knowed that beneath them two dirty shirts he always wore
 (Sung)
 There beat a heart as big as all outdoors
 As big as all outdoors.
 Jud Fry loved his feller man
 He loved his feller man
 (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.
 (Sung)
 Pore Jud is Daid
 Pore Jud Fry is daid
 His friends'll weep and wail for miles around
 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
 Wood
 And folks are feelin' sad
 Cause they useter treat him bad
 But now they know their friend is gone for 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 running out of ice.
 Pore Jud, Pore Jud.