Pete Seeger - Equinoxial lyrics
[Pete Seeger - Equinoxial lyrics]
Equinoxial swore by the green
Leaves on the tree
That he could do more work in a
Day than Pheobe could in three
Three, he could do more work in a
Day than Pheobe could in three
If that be true little Pheobe said
Then this you must allow
You come do the work in the house
And I'll go follow the plow, plow
You come do the work in the house
And I'll go follow the plow
Its you must feed the little pig
That stands in yonder sty
You must milk the brindle cow for
Fear she could go dry, dry
You must milk the brindle cow for
Fear she could go dry
And you must churn the crock of cream
That I left in the frame
And you must watch the fat in the
Pot or it'll all go into flame, flame
And you must watch the fat in the
Pot or it'll all go into flame
And you must wind the hank of
Yarn that I spun yesterday
And you must watch the little hen
Or so she'd run away
And you must watch the speckled hen
For fear she'd run astray
Little Pheobe took the whip and
Went to follow the plow
And Equinoxial took the pale and
Went to milk the cow, cow
Equinoxial took the pale and went
To milk the cow
Well the brindle cow she turned around
And wrinkled up her nose
She give him a dip upon the lip
And the blood run to his toes, toes
She give him a dip upon the lip
And the blood run to his toes
He went to churn the crock of cream
That she left in the frame
And he forgot the fat in the pot
And it all went into flame
He forgot the fat in the pot
And it all went into flame
He went to wind the hank of
Yarn that she spun yesterday
He forgot the speckled hen so she run astray
Stray
He forgot the speckled hen so she run astray
He looked to the East he looked to the West
He saw the setting sun
He swore to himself it had been a
Long day and Pheobe hadn't come, come
He swore to himself it had been a long day
Pheobe hadn't come presently little
Pheobe came and saw him lookin' sad
She clapped her hands upon her side
And swore that she was glad, glad
She clapped her hands upon her side
And swore that she was glad
So Equinoxial swore by all
The stars in heaven
That she could do more work in a
Day than he could do in seven, seven
She could do more work in a day
Than he could do in seven
Leaves on the tree
That he could do more work in a
Day than Pheobe could in three
Three, he could do more work in a
Day than Pheobe could in three
If that be true little Pheobe said
Then this you must allow
You come do the work in the house
And I'll go follow the plow, plow
You come do the work in the house
And I'll go follow the plow
Its you must feed the little pig
That stands in yonder sty
You must milk the brindle cow for
Fear she could go dry, dry
You must milk the brindle cow for
Fear she could go dry
And you must churn the crock of cream
That I left in the frame
And you must watch the fat in the
Pot or it'll all go into flame, flame
And you must watch the fat in the
Pot or it'll all go into flame
And you must wind the hank of
Yarn that I spun yesterday
And you must watch the little hen
Or so she'd run away
And you must watch the speckled hen
For fear she'd run astray
Little Pheobe took the whip and
Went to follow the plow
And Equinoxial took the pale and
Went to milk the cow, cow
Equinoxial took the pale and went
To milk the cow
Well the brindle cow she turned around
And wrinkled up her nose
She give him a dip upon the lip
And the blood run to his toes, toes
She give him a dip upon the lip
And the blood run to his toes
He went to churn the crock of cream
That she left in the frame
And he forgot the fat in the pot
And it all went into flame
He forgot the fat in the pot
And it all went into flame
He went to wind the hank of
Yarn that she spun yesterday
He forgot the speckled hen so she run astray
Stray
He forgot the speckled hen so she run astray
He looked to the East he looked to the West
He saw the setting sun
He swore to himself it had been a
Long day and Pheobe hadn't come, come
He swore to himself it had been a long day
Pheobe hadn't come presently little
Pheobe came and saw him lookin' sad
She clapped her hands upon her side
And swore that she was glad, glad
She clapped her hands upon her side
And swore that she was glad
So Equinoxial swore by all
The stars in heaven
That she could do more work in a
Day than he could do in seven, seven
She could do more work in a day
Than he could do in seven