Poor Jud Is Daid

Poor Jud is daid

Poor Jud Fry is daid

All gather round his coffin now and cry

He had a heart of gold

And he wasn't very old

Oh why did such a fella have to die

Poor Jud is daid

Poor Jud Fry is daid

He's looking oh so peaceful and serene

And serene!

He's all laid down to rest

With his hands across his chest

His fingernails have never looked so clean

And then the preacher'd get up and he'd say: "Folks, we are gathered

here to mourn and growl our brother Jud Fry, who hung himself up

by a rope in a smokehouse, and then we have been weepin' and

wailin' within some of the women." And then he'd say: "Jud was the

most misunderstood man in the territory. People used to think he was

a mean, ugly fella and they called him a dirty skunk and a northern

pig stealer.

But the folks that really knowed 'im

Knowed that neath those dirty shirts he always wore

There beated a heart as big as all outdoors

As big as all outdoors

Jud Fry loved his fellow man

He loved his fellow man

He loved the birds of the forest

And the bees of the field

He loved the mice and the vermin in the barn

And he treated the rats like equals, which he knew was right!

And he loved the little children

He loved everybody and everything in the world

Only he never let on, so nobody ever noticed

Poor Jud is Daid

Poor Jud Fry is daid

His friends all weep and wail from miles around

Miles around!

The daisies in the dell will give out a different smell

Because poor Jud is underneath the ground

Poor Jud is daid, the candle lights his head

He's layin' in a coffin made of wood

Wood

And folks are feelin' sad cause they used to treat him bad

Now they know their friend has gone for good

Good

Poor Jud is daid, a candle lights his head

He's lookin oh so pretty 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 runinng out of ice

Poor Jud...Poor Jud