Oh she’s dead and gone away she kicked the bucket yesterday
That Cross eyed gal that lives upon the hill
She took strychnine and died now I hope she’s satisfied
‘Cause she done the whole durn thing against my will
She’s my dandy she’s my daisy
She’s humpbacked and she’s crazy
She’s bowlegged knock-kneed and she’s blind
She took strychnine and died now I hope she’s satisfied
‘Cause she’s done and gone and left me in a bind
She said good-bye to me as she sat upon my knee
She said we’d meet upon that golden shore
But I took it as a joke, I never thought that she would croak
Cause she never up and died on me before
Now that she has gone to rest I’ll fulfill her last request
And plant a bunch of onions on her grave
So that when I’m passing by I can pucker up and cry
Cause those doggone onions simply make me rave
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