In from the field come Farmer Brown, Friday afternoon.

voiceCollected by: Fred Smith Georgine Cawood Bentonville, Ark. October 15, 1963 THE TUNE THE OLD COW DIED ON Reel 398, Item 4 (This song is called "The Tune the Old Cow Died On".) In from the field come Farmer Brown, Friday afternoon. He sat down 'neath the maple tree, And sang himself a tune. And this is the tune Tri-fol-dol-dol, Sang 'neath the maple tree. Tri-fol-dol-dol, Tri-fol-dol-dol, It's the tune the old cow died on. He sang till the cows come running home And around him formed a ring. For never before since the world was made, Had the farmer tried to sing. And this is the tune Tri-fol-dol-dol, Sang 'neath the maple tree. Tri-fol-dol-dol, Tri-fol-dol-dol, It's the tune the old cow died on. The oldest cow in the farmer's herd, She tried to sing this song. She tried so hard but she couldn't sing, Though her voice was loud and strong. The farmer laughed till the tears rolled Down his cheeks like apples red, But the cow kept trying to sing this song Till, at last, she fell down dead. And this is the tune Tri-fol-dol-dol, Sang 'neath the maple tree. Tri-fol-dol-dol, Tri-fol-dol-dol, It's the tune the old cow died on. 14Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation