E’er sense I’s been bon things fo me goes powfull wrong
E’er Januwah de 2.
I sells my con and lose a farm
E’er Januwah de 2.
Good old liggon I don’t abuse but from me, it seems to oose
E’er Januwah de 2.
Now to drink is ganst my will, but luck fo me pulls don de hill
E’er Januwah de 2.
I puts my savins in my trunks, but things fo me just goes caflunk
E’er Januwah de 2.
An I married a dozen wives but dey seems to lose dey lives
E’er Januwah de 2.
Den ever year I have de flu and seems to me I’ll break in tu
Leaven my bons dah to click
Wid dem awful rhumaticks
E’er Januwah de 2.
De worsted sorrow I ebber had
Is when mah swetark treats me bad
E’er Januwah de 2.