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Old Crumley or I can do more work in a day than my wife can do in three
Old Crumley he began to swear
As the leaf grows on the tree, tree
That he could do as much work in a day
As his wife could do in three, three
That he could do as much work in a day
As his wife could do in three, three
Mrs. Crumley she picked up the whip
And went to drive the plow, plow
Crumley he picked up the pail
And went to milk the cow, cow
Crumley he picked up the pail
And went to milk the cow, cow
When Old Brindle saw him a coming
She began to beller and blow, blow
She kicked Old Crumley on the shin
Till the blood ran off his toe, toe
She kicked Old Crumley on the shin
Till the blood ran off his toe, toe
He looked to the East, he looked to the West
He looked towards the sun, sun
Thought it had been a very long day"I wish my wife would come, come"
Thought it had been a very long day"I wish my wife would come, come"this is an abbreviated versionsometimes Phoebe and Equinoxalrecorded by Edna Ritchie, Jean Ritchie, Peggy Seeger, etcfilename
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