Ta-Ra-Ra-Ra-Boom-De-Ay
Ta-Ra-Ra-Ra-Boom-De-Ay | |
Joe Hill
| I had a job once threshing wheat, Worked sixteen hours with hands and feet. And when the moon was shining bright, They kept me working all the night. One moonlight night, I hate to tell, I "accidentally" slipped and fell. My pitchfork went right in between Some cog wheels of that thresh-machine. Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay! It made a noise that way, And wheels and bolts and hay, Went flying every way. That stingy rube said, "Well! A thousand gone to hell." But I did sleep that night, I needed it all right.
2. Next day that stingy rube did say, | 3. And then that farmer said, You turk! I bet you are an I-Won't Work. He paid me off right there, By Gum! So I went home and told my chum. Next day when threshing did commence, My chum was Johnny on the fence; And 'pon my word, that awkward kid, He dropped his pitchfork, like I did. Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay! It made a noise that way, And part of that machine Hit Reuben on the bean. He cried, Oh me, oh my; I nearly lost my eye. My partner said, You're right- It's bedtime now, good night.
4. But still that rube was pretty wise, |