"The Beaver Cap"

I'll sing you a song, I'll sing you a song
About myself concerning
The beaver cap I used to wear
Before my locks' returning.

Tirry ol y fol y dol, tirry ol the day, sir.

I went to town, I bought me a cap
I never wore a hat, sir
The best old friend I ever had
Was that old beaver cap, sir.

I took it home that very same night
I laid it on the bed, sir
And every time I waked up in the night
I popped it on my head, sir.

I went out to work the very next day
You bet I felt quite flat, sir
And when I came in I set an old hen
In that old beaver cap, sir.

I took the eggs out one by one
You bet I had some fun, sir
I threw them at my mother's head
And I banged her as she run, sir.

My father came home that very same night
You bet he made me hop, sir
He raised great blisters on my back
With that old beaver cap, sir.

I've sung you a song about myself
About myself concerning
The beaver cap I used to wear
Before my locks' returning.

Printed in Henry Belden's Songs and Ballads Collected by the Missouri Folk-Lore Society (Columbia, Missouri: University of Missouri Studies, 1940), p. 435.

Notes:
"This is reported by Henry from the southern Appalachians, SSSA 32; beyond that I have found no trace of it."

"No title. Communicated in 1920 by Miriam Thurman of Wichita, Kansas, who said she learned it in her childhood."