," Sing chir-u-ra-wee, you're sure a load. He set

her down on a stump to rest, Chir-u-ra-wee, stump to rest; She up with a stick and hit him her best. Sing chir-u-ra-wee,
hit him her best. He taken her on to hell's old gate, Chir-u-ra-wee, hell's old gate, But when he got there he got there too late, Sing chir-u-ra-wee, got there too late. And so he had to keep his wife, Chir-u-ra-wee, had
to keep his wife, And keep her he did for the

rest of