Pore Jud Is Daid (from "Oklahoma!") - Cast Recording

Pore Jud is daid

Pore Jud Fry is daid

All gather 'round 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

He's lookin' oh so peaceful and serene

And serene

He's all laid out to rest

With his hands acrost his chest

His fingernails have never been so clean

Then the preacher'd get up and he'd say

Folks we are gathered here to moan

And groan over our brother

Jud Fry who hung hisself up

By a rope in his smokehouse

Then there'd be weepin' and wailin' from

Some of those women Then he'd say

Jud was the most misunderstood man in

This here territory People used to think

He was a mean ugly feller and they called

Him a dirty skunk and an ornery pig stealer

But the folks that really knowed him

Knowed that beneath them two dirty shirts he always wore

There beat a heart as big as all outdoors

As big as all outdoors

Jud Fry loved his feller man

He loved hes feller man

He loved the birds of the air and the beasts of

The field He loved the mice

And the vermin in the barns and he treated

The rats like equals which was right

And he loved little children

He loved everybody and everything in the whole world

Only he never let on so nobody ever knowed it

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

But 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