Rodgers And Hammerstein – Pore Jud Is Daid lyrics

[Gordon]
Pore Jud is daid,
Pore Jud Fry is daid,
All gether 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~

[Rod]
And serene!

[Gordon]
He's all laid out to rest
With his hands acrost his chest.
His finger nails have never b'en so clean.

[Gordon]
[speaking]
Nen the preacher'd git up and he'd say: "Folks! We are gethered here to
Moan and groan over our brother Jud Fry, who hung hisse'f up by a rope in the smokehouse. "
Nen there'd be weepin' and wailin' from some of those womern.
Nen he'd say, "Jud was the most misunderstood man in the territory. People useter think he was a mean, ugly feller,
And they called him a dirty skunk and a ornery pig-stealer.

[Gordon]
[Singing]
But the folks 'at really knowed him,
Knowed 'at beneath them two dirty shirts he alw'ys wore,
There beat a heart as big as all outdoors. "

[Rod]
As big as all outdoors.

[Gordon]
Jud Fry loved his fellow man.

[Rod]
He loved his fellow man.

[Gordon]
[Speaking with the impassioned infections of an evangelist]
He loved the birds of the forest and the beasts of the field,
He loved the mice and the vermin in the barn,
And he treated the rats like equals~which he was right.
And he loved little children.
He loved ev'ybody and ev'ythin' in the world...
On'y he never let on, so nobody ever knowed it!

[Gordon]
[Singing]
Pore Jud is daid,
Pore Jud Fry is daid,
His friends'll weep and wail fer miles around.

[Rod]
Miles around.

[Gordon]
The daisies in the dell
Will give out a diff'runt smell
Becuz pore Jud is underneath the ground.

[Rod]
Pore Jud is daid,
A candle lights his haid,
He's layin' in a cawfin made of wood.

[Gordon]
Wood.

[Rod]
And folks are feelin' sad
Cuz they useter to treat him bad,
And now they know their friend has gone fer good.

[Gordon]
Good.

[Rod And Gordon]
Pore Jud is daid,
A candle lights his haid~

[Gordon]
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 runnin' out of ice...
Pore Jud~pore Jud