Quodlibet

I’m gonna jump down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton
Jump down, turn around, pick a bale of hay
I’m gonna jump down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton
Jump down, turn around, pick a bale of hay

Oh, Lordy, pick a bale of cotton
Oh, Lordy, pick a bale of hay
Oh, Lordy, pick a bale of cotton
Oh, Lordy, pick a bale of hay

Cluck old hen, cluck old hen
Ain’t laid an egg since half past ten
Cluck old hen, cluck old hen
Ain’t laid an egg since half past ten

My old hen’s a good old hen
She lays eggs for the railroad men
Sometimes eight, sometimes ten
That’s good enough for the railroad men

Old Joe Clarke, he built a house
Fifteen stories high
And every story of that house
He filled with chicken pie

Old Joe Clarke, old Joe Clarke
Goodbye Betsy Brown
Old Joe Clarke, old Joe Clarke
I’m gonna leave this town