Old Joe Clark

Fare thee well old Joe Clark, fare thee well, I'm gone
Fare thee well old Joe Clark, and goodbye Betsy Brown

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

Fare thee well old Joe Clark...

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

Fare thee well old Joe Clark...

When I was a little boy, I used to want a knife
Now I am a bigger boy, I only want a wife

Fare thee well old Joe Clark...

When I was a little girl, I used to play with toys
Now I am a bigger girl, I only play with boys

Fare thee well old Joe Clark...

I wish I was a sugar-tree, standing in the middle of town
Every time a pretty girl passed, I'd shake some sugar down

Fare thee well old Joe Clark...

If I had a sweetheart, I'd sit her on the shelf
And every time she smiled at me, I'd get up there myself

Fare thee well old Joe Clark, fare thee well, I'm gone
Fare thee well old Joe Clark, and goodbye Betsy Brown