Deck the Halls with Boughs of Holly

yonder comes willy he’s a passin on a hill he don’t
dress nice but he drives straight to kill
Burma Shave, Burma Shave
Burma Shave, Burma Shave
I bet I’ve seen a million roads
Of them little red bow-legged signs up & down the line
Come on, come on & get it, get it
Pappy ain’t a smart, he ain’t but a-quizzin'
But with one thing he knows how to keep 'em all his
Way down yonder by the forks of the branch
The old sow whistles & the little pigs dance
Roses are red, violets are blue
You chase me & I’ll catch you