Springfield Mountain

On Springfield Mountain there did dwell A lovely youth I knowed him well. Too roo de nay, too roo de noo This lovely youth one day did go Down to the meadom for to mow. Too roo de nay, too roo de noo. He scarce had mowed quite round the field When a crul serpent bit his heel. Too roo de nay, too roo de noo. They took him home to molly dear Which made him feel so very gueer. Too roo de nay, too roo de noo. Now Molly had two ruby lips With which the poison she did sip. Too roo de nay, too roo de noo. Now Molly had a rotting tooth, And so the poison killed them both. --- Springfield Mountain - Woody Guthrie