Springfield Mountain
WOODY GUTHRIE
On Springfield Mountain there did dwell
A lovely youth I knowed him well.
Too roo de nay, too roo de noo
This lovely youth one day did go
Down to the meadom for to mow.
Too roo de nay, too roo de noo.
He scarce had mowed quite round the field
When a crul serpent bit his heel.
Too roo de nay, too roo de noo.
They took him home to molly dear
Which made him feel so very gueer.
Too roo de nay, too roo de noo.
Now Molly had two ruby lips
With which the poison she did sip.
Too roo de nay, too roo de noo.
Now Molly had a rotting tooth,
And so the poison killed them both.
