I went out to milk an’ I didn’ know how, I milked dat goat instid o’ dat cow; While de *ole man a-settin’ wid a gapin’ jaw, Kept winkin’ his eye at a tucky in de straw. 
I went out de gate an’ I went down de road, An’ I met Miss ’Possum an’ I met Mistah Toad; An’ ev’y time Miss ’Possum ’ould sing, Mistah Toad ’ould cut dat Pigeon’s Wing. 
I went in a whoop, as I went down de road; I had a bawky team an’ a heavy load. I cracked my whip, an’ ole Beck sprung, An’ she busted out my wagin tongue. 
Dat night dere ’us a-gittin’ up, shores you’re born, De louse go to supper, an’ de flea blow de horn. Dat raccoon paced, an’ dat ’possum trot; Dat old goose laid, an’ de gander not. 
file from: www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Visit http://www.traditionalmusic.co.uk for more songs