Shouldered up my gun, and whistled to my dog,

voiceCollected by M.C. Parler amd Electa Smith Transcribed by Linda Humphrey Sung by Bea Jones Rt.1, Springdale, Ark. Feb. 6. 1964 Reel 437 Item 6 Groundhog Song Shouldered up my gun, and whistled to my dog, Shouldered up my gun, and whistled to my dog, Going to the mountains For to catch a ground hog, groundhog. There's one in the rock and two in the log, There's one in the rock and two in the log, And I heard him whistle And I knowed he was a hog, groundhog. Run here Sal, with a big long pole, Run here,Sal, with a big long pole. And oost that whistle pig. Grab him by the tail and pull him right out, Grab him by the tail and pull him right out, Lord God-a-mighty, Ain't a whistle-pig stout? Groundhog. Take him home and tan his hide, Take him home and tan his hide, The best old shoestrings Ever I tied, groundhog. Put him on, he begins to bile, Put him on, he begins to bile, Lawd God-a-mighty You can smell him for a mile, groundhog. Some was stewed, and some was fried, Some was stewed, and some was fried; Best old whistle-pig Ever I tried, groundhog. Old Aunt Sal come-arunnin' through the hall, Old Aunt Sal come a-runnin' through the hall, Sayin' "Lawd god-a-mighty, Don't let 'em eat it all, groundhog." Old Aunt Sal, she's the mammy of 'em all, Old Aunt Sal, the mammy of 'em all, She fed them on whistle-pig, Before they could crawl, groundhog.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation