Poor Robinson Crusoe - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
POOR ROBINSON CRUSOE. 
When I was a lad my fortune was bad, My grandfather I did lose, oh! I'll bet you a can you've heard of the man, His name it was Robinson Crusoe. 
Chorus. Oh, poor Robinson Crusoe! Oh, poor Robinson Crusoe! High diddle, diddle, the cat's in the fiddle; Oh, poor Robinson Crusoe! 
You've read in a book of a voyage be took, When de ragin' whirlwind blew so, Pat de ship wid a shock, fell plump on a rock. Near drounding poor Robinson Crusoe.-Chorus. 
Poor soul! none but he escaped from de sea; Oh, fate! fate! how could you do so? Till at length he was thrown on an island unknown, Which received poor Robinson Crusoe.-Chorus. 
But he saved from on board, a gun and a sword, Another old matter or two; so. That by dint of his thrift he managed to shift, Pretty well for poor Robinson Crusoe.-Chorus.