United States Song Words

Compiled by Dick Oakes


Cotton-Eyed Joe

Don't you remember, don't you know?
Don't you remember Cotton-Eyed Joe?
Cotton-Eyed Joe, he was some guy!
He was handsome and he wasn't shy.

        Chorus:
        / I hold my fiddle and I hold my bow
        Whilst I knock ol' Cotton-Eyed Joe! /

He stole my money and my gal so fair;
I should be mad but I don't care.
Made some more money, hid it in a log,
Got another honey, went fishin' with my dog.

Chorus


Cotton-Eyed Joe
        Texas-style

Now I'd o' been married a long time ago,
If it had not o' been for Cotton-Eyed Joe.

        Chorus:
        Where did 'e come from? Where did 'e go?
        Where did 'e come from, Cotton-Eyed Joe?

I gotta ball-peen hammer and a two-by-four.
Gonna whip the hell out o' Cotton-Eyed Joe.

Chorus


Louisiana Saturday Night

        Chorus:
        Well ya' get down the fiddle
        And ya get down the bow
        Kick off your shoes
        And ya throw 'em on the floor.
        Dance in the kitchen
        Till the mornin' light:
        Louisiana Saturday night!

Waitin' in the front yard,
Sittin' on a log,
Single-shot rifle and a one-eyed dog.
Yonder come my kinfolk in the moonlight:
Louisiana Saturday night!

Chorus

My brother Bill an' my other brother Jack,
Belly full o' beer and a possum in a sack.
Fifteen kids in the front porch light:
Louisiana Saturday night!

Chorus

When the kinfolk leave an' the kids get fed,
Me an' my woman gonna slip off to bed.
Have a little fun when we turn out the lights:
Louisiana Saturday night!

// Chorus //


Oh, Johnny!

Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny! How you can love!
Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny! Heavens above!
You make my sad heart jump with joy,
And when you're near I just can't sit still a minute.
I'm so, Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny!
Please tell me dear. What makes me love you so?
You're not handsome, it's true, but when I look at you,
I just, Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny! Oh!

Lyrics by Abe Olman and Ed Rose.
Recorded by Ella Fitzgerald.


Pop! Goes the Weasel

'Round and 'round the cobbler's bench
The monkey chased the weasel,
The monkey thought 'twas all in fun,
Pop! Goes the weasel.
 
A penny for a spool of thread
A penny for a needle,
That's the way the money goes,
Pop! Goes the weasel.
 
A half a pound of tupenny rice,
A half a pound of treacle,
Mix it up and make it nice,
Pop! Goes the weasel.
 
Up and down the London road,
In and out of the Eagle,
That's the way the money goes,
Pop! Goes the weasel.
 
I've no time to plead and pine,
I've no time to wheedle,
Kiss me quick and then I'm gone,
Pop! Goes the weasel.

1853, Arranged by Chas. Wiggs Esq., New York.

Other Lyrics:

'Round and 'round the cobbler's shop
The monkey chased the weasel,
In and out and 'round about
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
Half a pound of tuppenny rice,
Half a pound of treacle.
That’s the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
All around the Mulberry Bush,
The monkey chased the weasel.
The monkey stopped to pull up his sock,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
Put some pepper on its nose,
And you'll make it sneeze-l,
Catch it fast before it snaps,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
All around the Mulberry Bush,
The monkey chased the weasel.
The monkey stopped to scratch his nose,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
Up and down the city road,
In and out the Eagle,
That’s the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
Up and down the King's Highway,
In and out the Eagle,
That’s the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
For you may try to sew and sew,
But you'll never make anything regal,
That’s the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
The monkey and the weasel fought,
The weasel's really feeble,
The monkey punched him in the face,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
Every time when I come home,
The monkey's on the table,
Cracking nuts and eating spice
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
Every time when I come home
The monkey's on the table,
Take a stick and knock it off
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
Johnny's got the whooping cough,
Mary's got the measles,
That's the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
A penny for a spool of thread,
A penny for a needle,
That's the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
You may try to sew and sew,
And never make anything regal,
So roll it up and let it go,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
A painter would his lover to paint,
He stood before the easel,
The monkey jumped all over the paint,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
When his sweetheart she did laugh,
His temper got so lethal,
He tore the painting up in half,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
My son and I went to the fair,
We saw a lot of people,
We spent a lot of money there,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
I got sick from all the sun,
My sonny boy got the measles,
Still we had a lot of fun,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
I climbed up and down the coast,
To find a golden eagle,
I climbed the rocks and thought I was close,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
But, alas, I lost my way,
Saw nothing but a seagull,
I tore my pants and killed the day,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
I went to the grocery store,
I thought a little cheese'll,
Be good to catch a mouse on the floor,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
But the mouse was very bright,
He wasn't a mouse to wheedle,
He took the cheese and said "Good night,"
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
A penny for a cotton ball,
A penny for a needle,
That's the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
If you want to buy a pig,
Buy a pig with hairs on,
Every hair a penny a pair,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
I've no time to wait and sigh,
I've no time to tease-l,
Kiss me quick, I'm off, goodbye!,
Pop! goes the weasel.

Contemporary verses in the United States consist mainly of the following:

All around the or cobbler's bench,
The monkey chased the weasel,
The monkey thought 'twas all in fun,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
All around the mulberry bush,
The monkey chased the weasel,
The monkey thought 'twas all in fun,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
All around the cobbler's bench,
The monkey chased the weasel,
The monkey thought 'twas all in good sport,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
All around the mulberry bush,
The monkey chased the weasel,
The monkey thought 'twas all in good sport,
Pop! goes the weasel.
 
A penny for a spool of thread,
A penny for a needle,
That's the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel.


Salty Dog Rag

Away down yonder in the state of Arkansas
Where my great-grandpa met my great-grandma,
They drink apple cider and they get on a jag
And they dance all night to the Salty Dog Rag.
 
They play an old fiddle like you never heard before.
They play the only tune that they ever did know;
It's a ragtime ditty and the rhythm don't drag.
Now, here's the way you dance to the Salty Dog Rag!

        Chorus:
        One foot front, drag it back,
        Then you start to ball the jack.
        You shake, and you break, and then you sag.
        If your partner zigs, you're supposed to zag.
 
        Your heart is light, you tap your feet
        In rhythm with that ragtime beat.
        (Just) pack up your troubles in your ol' kit bag
        And dance all night to the Salty Dog Rag!

Away down South 'neath the old Southern moon,
The possum's up a tree and the hound's tree'd a coon.
They'll hitch up the buggy to a broken-down nag
And go out dancin' to the Salty Dog Rag.
 
They tune up the fiddle and they rosin up the bow.
They strike a C chord on the ol' banjo
Then holler, "Hang on, 'cause we ain't gonna drag!"
Now, here's the way you dance to the Salty Dog Rag!

Chorus


Tennessee Wig Walk

I'm a bow-legged chick and I'm a knock-kneed hen,
Never been so happy since I don't know when.
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk,
Doing the Tennessee Wig Walk.

Hear a tune on a fiddle on a hard wood floor,
You're all broke and weary and my back is sore.
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk,
Doing the Tennessee Wig Walk.

Put your toes together, your knees apart,
Bend your back, get ready and start.
Clap your elbows just for luck,
Then you wiggle and you waddle like a baby duck.

Won't you dance with me, honey, tap your toes and glide,
And they row you together, side by side.
We walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk,
Doing the Tennessee Wig Walk.

Walk with a wiggle, wiggle with a walk,
You're doing the Tennessee Wig Walk.


Virginia Reel

Call by Frank L. Kaltman (on Folkraft Recording)

Everybody, forward and back,
Once more, forward and back.
Once around with the right elbow.
Two-hand swing and around you go.
Head couple sashay down,
And sashay back.
Head couple, the elbow reel.
A right to the middle and a left on the side,
A right to the middle and a reel on down.
Now meet in the middle and a sashay back.
Cast off and down you go.
Now raise that arch and raise it high,
Duck through and away you fly.