Pore Jud Is Daid

[CURLY]
Pore Jud is daid
Pore 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 feller have to die?
Pore Jud is daid
Pore Jud Fry is daid
He's lookin' oh so peaceful and serene—

[JUD]
And serene

[CURLY]
He's all laid out to rest
With his hands acrost his chest
His fingernails have never been so clean

And then the preacher’d get up and say
‘Folks, we are gathered here to moan and groan
Over our brother, Jud Fry
Who hung hisself up by a rope in the smoke house’
Then there’d be weeping and wailing
From some of them women
And he’d say
Jud was the most misunderstood man in the territory
And people used to think he was a mean ugly feller
And they called him a dirty skunk
And an ornery pig stealer
But the folks who really knowed him
Knew that beneath them two dirty shirts he always wore
There beat a heart as big as all our doors

[JUD]
As big as all our doors

[CURLY]
Jud Fry loved his fellow man

[JUD]
He loved his fellow man

[CURLY]
He loved the birds of the forest
And the beasts of the field
He loved the mice and vermin in the barn
And he treated the rats like equals
Which was right
And he loved little children
He loved everybody
And everything in the world
Only he never let on
So nobody ever noticed

Pore Jud is daid
Pore Jud Fry is daid
His friends'll weep and wail fer miles around

[JUD]
Miles around

[CURLY]
The daisies in the dell
Will give out a different smell
Because Pore Jud is underneath the ground

[JUD]
Pore Jud is daid
A candle lights his head
He's layin' in a coffin made of wood

[CURLY]
Wood

[JUD]
And folks are feelin' sad
Cause they use to treat him bad
And now they know their friend is gone for good

[CURLY]
Good

[BOTH]
Pore Jud is daid
A candle lights his haid

[CURLY]
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 running out of ice

[BOTH]
Pore Jud, Pore Jud