Poor Jud is daid Poor Jud Fry is daid All gather round his coffin now and cry He had a heart of gold And he wasn't very old Oh why did such a fella have to die Poor Jud is daid Poor Jud Fry is daid He's looking oh so peaceful and serene And serene! He's all laid down to rest With his hands across his chest His fingernails have never looked so clean And then the preacher'd get up and he'd say: "Folks, we are gathered here to mourn and growl our brother Jud Fry, who hung himself up by a rope in a smokehouse, and then we have been weepin' and wailin' within some of the women." And then he'd say: "Jud was the most misunderstood man in the territory. People used to think he was a mean, ugly fella and they called him a dirty skunk and a northern pig stealer. But the folks that really knowed 'im Knowed that neath those dirty shirts he always wore There beated a heart as big as all outdoors As big as all outdoors Jud Fry loved his fellow man He loved his fellow man He loved the birds of the forest And the bees of the field He loved the mice and the vermin in the barn And he treated the rats like equals, which he knew was right! And he loved the little children He loved everybody and everything in the world Only he never let on, so nobody ever noticed Poor Jud is Daid Poor Jud Fry is daid His friends all weep and wail from miles around Miles around! The daisies in the dell will give out a different smell Because poor Jud is underneath the ground Poor Jud is daid, the candle lights his head He's layin' in a coffin made of wood Wood And folks are feelin' sad cause they used to treat him bad Now they know their friend has gone for good Good Poor Jud is daid, a candle lights his head He's lookin oh so pretty 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 runinng out of ice Poor Jud...Poor Jud