Jeri's Motor Car

It was down by Ramblewood Meadow fair, one morning I did stray.
I met a fellow folkie there, who to me he did say,
Oh bring your back and your steely jack, and not yer ole guitar
For there's serious work to do this day, on Jeri's motor car!

Oh Barney dear be of good cheer I'll tell you what we'll do.
The men around are plentiful if mechanics they are few,
We'll round up every man around, on banjo or guitar
And we'll give them all some honest work on Jeri's Motor Car!

Now when we crossed the meadow far, an awful thing to see
For Jeri in her motor car had tried to climb a tree
And perched upon the tree stump high, she couldn't drive too far
So we rolled up our sleeves to try and lift Young Jeri's motor car!

We strove and strained to no avail, we could not get the lift
For some of us would pull too slow, and others were too swift
So the lassies called for a forebitter's song, Just eight beats to the bar
And soon we had her straight removed --Young Jeri's Motor Car!