Well, for what's its worth, here is my version of Shady grove.

SHADY GROVE

You ought to see my shady grove
I brung her from the south
The hair's so tight on the top of her head,
She can't even close her mouth

CHORUS:
Shady Grove, my little love,
Shady grove, I know
Shady Grove, my little love,
I'm bound to Shady Grove.

I took her to the barber shop,
to get her mouth made small,
She opened her mouth to take a breath,
And swallowed the barber and all.

Her head is like an old tea pot,
Her nose is like the spout,
Her mouth is like an old fireplace,
With the ashes all raked out.



Well, Cats, there it is.

Banjoman