Shady Grove

I've got a little house in the shady grove

Down beside the river

Where the cold north wind can't come in

To make me shake and shiver

Get up Jack, put on your shoes

Put on your Sunday clothes

I've got no shoes to cover my feet

Going down the shady grove

I've got a little pig in the pen

Corn to feed him on

What I need is a good little wife

To feed him when I'm gone

Get up Jack, put on your shoes

Put on your Sunday clothes

I've got no shoes to cover my feet

Going down the shady grove

I've got an old mule, his name is Bob

He's strong flesh and bone

What I need is a good little boy

To plow him when I'm gone

Get up Jack, put on your shoes

Put on your Sunday clothes

I've got no shoes to cover my feet

Going down the shady grove

I've got me now a good little wife

To make my house a home

Sweep the floors and do the chores

And love me when I'm gone

Get up Jack, put on your shoes

Put on your Sunday clothes

I've got no shoes to cover my feet

Going down the shady grove

Make me now a good pine box

Make it six feet long

Bury me in the shady grove

And sing me a happy song

Get up Jack, put on your shoes

Put on your Sunday clothes

I've got no shoes to cover my feet

Going down the shady grove