Pore Jud Is Daid

Pore Jud Is Daid - Henry Clarke/Betty Hutton

Pore jud is daid

Pore jud fry is daid

All gather around his cawfin 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

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 haid

He's layin' in a cawfin made of wood

Wood

And folks are feelin' sad

'Cause they useter treat him bad

And now they know

Their friend is gone for good

Good

Pore Jud is daid

A candle lights his haid

He's lookin' oh so purty 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