I hung my jawbone on the fence, Hain’t seen nothin’ of my jawbone since. 
I went up the new cut road I met Miss Possum and I met Mr. Toad. And every time the toad would sing, The possum cut the pigeon-wing. 
Old Blue hen flew up to roost, Old grey possum pulled her loose. 
file from: www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Visit http://www.traditionalmusic.co.uk for more songs