Little Liza Jane

When I go a courtin' I'll go on the train.
When I go to marry, I'll marry Liza Jane.

The hardest work I ever did was brakin' on a train;
The easiest work I ever did was huggin' Liza Jane.

When I went to see her she met me at the door;
Her shoes and stockings in her hand, and her bare feet on the floor.

When I went to see her she wrung her hands and cried;
She swore I was the ugliest thing that ever lived or died.

I ask little Liza to marry me, what do you reckon she said?
Said she would not marry me if everybody else was dead.

Goin' up the mountain to raise a patch of cane,
To make a barrel of sorghum to sweeten up Liza Jane.

Whisky by the barrel sugar by the pound,
A great big bowl to put it in and a spoon to stir it round.

I wish I had a needle and a thread as fine as I could sew,
I would sew all the girls to my coat-tail and down the mountain I'd go.

Old corn likker's done made, still's tore out and gone.
What'll poor little Liza do when I'm took off and gone?

Don't you weep, my darling don't you weep nor cry;
I'll be back to see you in the long old by-and-by.

You can climb the cherry tree and I will climb the rose;
How I love that pretty little gal God almighty knows.