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Old Joe Clark

I used to live on the mountain top, but now I live in the town, 
Staying at a boarding house and courting Betsy Brown

Fare thee well Old Joe Clark, Fare thee well I’m gone
Fare thee well Old Joe Clark and goodbye Betsy Brown

Old Joe had a yellow cat, could neither sing nor pray,
She took a bath in a buttermilk jug, and washed her sins away

Old Joe Clark he had a mule, his name was Morgan Brown,
And every tooth in that mule's head was sixteen inches round

Old Joe Clark he had a house, full fifteen stories high,
And every story in that house was filled with chicken pie

I wish I was a sugar-tree, standing in the middle of town
And every time my sweetheart passed, I'd shake some sugar down

If I had a sweetheart, I’d sit them on the shelf
And every time they smiled at me, I’d get up there myself