Pore Jud Is Daid

Pore Jud is daid
Pore 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?

Pore Jud is daid
Pore Jud Fry is daid
He's looking 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 say
"Folks, we are gathered here to moan and groan over our brother Jud Fry
Who hung himself up by a rope in the smokehouse"
Then there'd be weepin' and wailin' from some of them women
Then he'd say
"Jud was the most misunderstood man in the territory
And people used to think he was a mean, ugly feller
And they called him a dirty skunk and an ordinary pig stealer
But the folks that 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 fellow men" (Loved his fellow men)

He loved the birds of the forest and the beasts of the field
He loved the mice and the vermin in the barns
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 about it

Pore Jud is daid
Pore 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 pore Jud is underneath the ground

Pore Jud is daid
A candle lights his head
He's laying in a coffin made of wood (wood)

And folks are feeling sad
'Cause they used to treat him bad
And now they know their friend is gone for good (good)

Pore Jud is daid
A candle lights his head

He's looking oh so perty 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 running out of ice

Pore Jud
Pore Jud