Old Ben Golliday

Old Ben Golliday

Jumped off the wagon box,

And trotted with his horses,

Clop, clop, clop.

Old Ben Golliday

Was angry with his little wife,

And didn't see her bonnet strings

Fly, fly, fly.

Didn't look around

At the thank-you-mam, thank-you-mam,

Didn't see her somersault

High, high, high.

Old Ben Golliday

Trotted to the barn door,

And went in with his horses

To sleep, sleep, sleep.

Old Ben Golliday,

Dozing in the manger there,

Don't you know your little wife

Sits in the sky?

Old Ben Golliday,

Who will get your dinner now,

Who will sew your buttons on?

My, my, my!