[Lyric] Susans And Brusins (Caroliner)

One should be crooked up because
His ribs were four
And two sorry complaint hands
Used better as feet
Bruising his arms from pushing cows around
Who would snap and anyone but he
The man cooked up income for hangman
By braiding with cow poke strong rope for sea
The cows plucked with rope by shuffule
The cows called by their name Susan each
His neck was burned from lifting that rope
Leather and cloth brace above his sorry complaintd
Couldn't maintain anything except rinse in powerful stream
Could cut hair or beard teeth tied knots of braids
Wore a hat that was decorated with hoof prints
And from the head he had to smile in the shade
When pushing a cow away down stream the rope
To wash off the manure with which cows paint
Susan Susan Susan Susan Susan Susan Susan Susan Susan