Gonna jump down, turn around, pick a bail of cotton.
Jump down, turn around, pick a bail a day.
Inigo, I just gotta ask - were you born a poor black child?
:d
Gonna jump down, turnaround, picka buncha apples,
Gonna jump down, turnaround, picka row o’ corn!
Oh, Lordy! Picka buncha apples!
Oh, Lordy! Picka row o’ corn!
Oh, I had a lil woman who could picka bale o’ cotton,
Oh, I had a lil woman who could picka bale o’ hay!
We learned that song in school when I was a kid.
We also learned one that went:
There’s a gal in Baltimore,
Lil Liza Jane!
She’s the one that I adore!
Lil Liza Jane!
Ohhh, Lil Liza! Lil Liza Jane!
Ohhh, Lil Liza! Lil Liza Jane.
(We especially liked that song because we lived in Baltimore so it was cool.)
I think that “Liza Jane” had more words, but I can’t remember them anymore. We had, instead of regular music classes, two teachers who got togther once a week with us and played their guitars while we sang along from mimeographed lyrics sheets. We got lessons on the authors and history of the songs. We learned a lot of cool and bizarre tunes.
Actually, according to Dave Barry, Inigo is “gwine jump down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton.”
Now if you’ll excuse me, I gwine use the word gwine some more.
Gwine gwine gwine. 
You gonna take your wife along?
Only if I get to toss her in the bailer!
…
Gwine jump down, turn around, stuff her in the bailer
Jump down, turn around make 'er go away!
Oh Lordy! Stuff 'er in the bailer!
Oh Lordy! Make 'er go away!
Me & my friend gwine drinka jug o’ bourbon
Me & my friend gwine drinka jug a day!