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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 feller have to die?
Poor Jud is daid, poor Jud Fry is daid
He's lookin' oh so peaceful and serene (And serene)
He's all laid out to rest with his hands across his chest
His fingernails have never been so clean
Then the preacher'd get up and he'd say
"Folks, we are gathered here to moan and groan
Over our brother Jud Fry, who hung hisself up
By a rope in the smokehouse"
Then there'd be weepin' and wailin' from some of those women
And then he'd say
"Jud was the most misunderstood man in the territory
People used to think he was a mean, ugly feller
And they called him a dirty skunk and an ornery pig staler
But the folks 'at really knowed him
Knowed that beneath them two dirty shirts he always wore
There beat a heart as big as all outdoors" (As big as all outdoors)
"Jud Fry loved his feller man" (He loved his feller man)
He loved the birds of the forest and the beasts of the field
He loved the mice and the varmint 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 knowed it
Poor Jud is daid, poor Jud Fry is daid
His friends'll weep and wail for 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, a 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
And now they know their friend is gone for good (Good)
Poor Jud is daid, a candle lights his head
He's lookin' oh so pearly 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 runnin' out of ice
Poor Jud
Poor Jud