Well, las' Monday mornin', Lawd, Lawd, Lawd,

Well, las' Monday mornin', Lawd, Lawd, Lawd



My daddy went a-huntin'

Well, he carried along his zulu1

Well, along come a grey goose

Well, he throwed it to his shoulder,

an' he ram his hammer' way back



Well, he pulled on de trigger

Well, down he come a-windin'

He was six weeks a-fallin'

He was six weeks a-findin'

An' he put him on de wagon,

An'he taken him to de white house



He was six weeks a-pickin'

Lordy, your wife an'my wife,

Oh, they give a feather pickin'

An' they put him on to parboil2

He was six months a-parboil',

An' they put him on de table,



Now, de fork couldn' stick him,

An' de knife couldn't cut him

An' they throwed him in de hog-pen,

An' he broke de ol'sow's jawbone



An' they taken him to de sawmill,

An' he broke de saw's teeth out

An' de las' time I seed him,

Well, he's flyin' across de ocean,

Wid a long string o' goslin's,

An' they all goin': quank quink-quank