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TA-RA-RA-BOOM-DE-AY.
By Joe Hill.
I had a job once threshing wheat, worked sixteen hours with hands and feet,
And when the moon was shining bright they kept me working all the night.
One moonlight night, I hate to tell, I "accidentally" slipped and fell.
My pitchfork went right in between some cog wheels of that thresh machine.
CHORUS:
Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay!
It made a noise that way,
And wheels and bolts and hay,
Went flying every way,
That stingy rube said, "Well!
A thousand gone to hell."
But I did sleep that night.
I needed it all right.
Next day that stingy rube did say, "I'll bring my eggs to town to-day;
You grease my wagon up, you mutt, and don't forget to screw the nut."
I greased his wagon all right, but I plumb forgot to screw the nut,
And when he started on that trip, the wheel slipped off and broke his hip.
SECOND CHORUS:
Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay!
It made a noise that way,
That rube was sure a sight,
And mad enough to fight;
His whiskers and his legs
Were full of scrambled eggs:
I told him, "That's too bad—
I'm feeling very sad."
