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Title
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My jolly waggoner, drive on!
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Singer
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Sawyer, David [Phoebus]
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
I won't have a carpenter, he's stingy with his chips;
I'd rather have a waggoner to whip me with his whips.
Chorus
Way! Wo-utt! Drive on!
My jolly waggoner, drive on.
Verse 2
I won't have a blacksmith, his apron is so black;
I'd rather have a waggoner to whip me on the back.
Chorus
Verse 3
I won't have a cowman with a milk pail on his head;
I'd rather have a waggoner who'd hip me instead.
Chorus
Verse 4
I won't have a shepherd that goes tending his flock;
I'd rather have a waggoner as stupid as a block.
Chorus
Verse 5
I won't have a mower that goes mowing down the grass;
I'd rather have a waggoner who'll talk to his lass.
Chorus
Verse 6
I won't have a reaper, to go reaping in the sun;
I'd rather have a waggoner, though goods he have none.
Chorus
Verse 7
I won't have a thresher with his sieve and his flail;
I'd rather have a waggoner, though he whips me a good deal.
Chorus
Verse 8
And a miller I'll have none of grinds on the stream;
I'd rather have a waggoner who's handy with his team.
