These are the lyrics of the song my father,
born 1909 and raised by southern Indiana-born parents,
sang frequently enough for my entertainment when I was a child
that they became engraved somewhere deep in my memory.

If anyone is interested, I also remember the melody,
and can also sing it in my untalented way – -- without the ukelele.
The melody is quite distinct and fits the lyrics perfectly.

Best regards, Rarihokwats



Once there was a girl I knew,
Her name was Slewfoot Sue,
She was chief engineer at the shirttail factory,
Down by the river, ten by two.

And oh what a form she had!
She had a shape like a soft-shell crab;
Every night she would tussle
with her patent-leather bustle,
Oh but the girl was mad!

She promised . . . she would meet me . . .
When the clock struck seventeen
At the Union Stockyards just outside the town,
Where pigs' ears, and pigs' feet,
And tough old Texas steer
Sold for sirloin steak at ninety cents per pound.

Her teeth were getting false,
from chewing Epsom Salts,
She's my knock-kneed pigeon-toed
jelly-eyed consumptive Mary Jane .

Her teeth were getting fongy,
From chewing Swiss bolognie,
She's my knock-kneed pigeon-toed jelly-eyed consumptive
Maaaarrrrryyyyy Jaaaaane.