Cross-eyed Gal (traditional)

Oh, she's done and gone away
Kicked the bucket yesterday
My cross-eyed gal that lived upon the hill
She took strychnine and died
And I hope she's satisfied
Cause she done the whole durn thing against my will

She said goodbye to me
As she sat upon my knee
She said she'd meet me on that golden shore
I took it as a joke
Never thought that she would croak
For she'd never died that suddenly before

Oh, she must've had a hunch
That this life we two would bunch
For she had the lawyer name me in her will
She left an old rag doll
And a broken parasol
And a little old log hut upon the hill.

Now that she has gone to rest
I'll fulfill her last request
And I'll plant a bunch of onions on her grave
So that when I'm passing by
I can pucker up and cry
Cause the doggone things just fairly make me rave

We suspected her demise
By the color of her eyes
But our efforts to revive her was in vain
She looked up at me and sighed
Then turned up her toes and died
Then she reared up, smiled, and sneezed, and died again