PORE JUD IS DAID From the Musical "Oklahoma" (Oscar Hammerstein II / Richard Rodgers) Recorded by: John Diedrich; Alfred Drake; The Drury Land Theatre Orch.; Nelson Eddy; Paul Freeman; Laurence Guittard; Howard Keel; Gordon MacRae; John Raitt. [Curly] Poor Jud is dead Poor Jud Fry is dead All gather round his coffin now and cry He had a heart of gold And he wasn't very old Oh why did such a feller have to die? Poor Jud is dead Poor Jud Fry is dead He's lookin' oh so peaceful and serene ([Jud] and serene) He's all laid out to rest With his hands acrost his chest His fingernails have never been so clean [spoken] Then the preacher'd get up and he'd say "Folks, we are gathered here to mourn and groan over our brother Jud Fry Who hung hisself up by a rope in the smokehouse" And then there'd be weepin' an' wailin' --- from some of those women --- Then he'd say, "Jud was the most misunderstood man in this territory People used to think he was a mean ugly fella and called him a dirty skunk and an ornery pig stealer [Jud gives him a dirty look] But [sung] The folks that really knowed him Knowed that beneath them two dirty shirts he always wore There beat a heart as big as all outdoors ([Jud] as big as all outdoors) Jud Fry loved his fellow man ([Jud] he loved his fellow man) [spoken] He loved the birds of the forest And the beasts of the fields He loved the mice and the vermin in the barn And he treated the rats like equals (which was right) He loved all the little children He loved everything and everybody in the world Only . . . only he never let on And nobody ever knowed it [sung] Poor Jud is dead Poor Jud Fry is dead His friends are weepin' wail for miles around ([Jud] miles around) The daisies in the dell Will give out a different smell Because poor Jud is underneath the ground [Jud] Poor Jud is dead A candle lights his head He's layin' in a coffin made of wood ([Curly] wood) And folks are feelin' sad 'Cuz they used to treat him bad And now they know their friend has gone for good ([Curly] good) [Both] Poor Jud is dead A candle lights his head [Curly] He's lookin' oh so purty and so nice He looks like he's asleep It's a shame that he won't keep But it's summer and we're runnin' out a' ice [Both] Poooooor Juuuuuuud Poooooor Juuuuuuud