LITTLE WHITEWASHED BUILDING ON THE FARM, THE
(aka LITTLE WHITEWASHED BUILDING BY THE BARN, THE)
(Traditional)

Recorded by: Bill Weatherby


By the barn, oh, by the barn
It's the most important building on the farm
Where Grandma used to sit at ease
With her elbows on her knees
In that little whitewashed building by the barn

By the barn, oh, by the barn
It's the most important building on the farm
Where we'd read the evening mail
And tear up the Eaton's sale
In that little whitewashed building by the barn

By the barn, oh, by the barn
It's the most important building on the farm
Where Grandpa cursed the Devil's soul
When his pipe fell down the hole
In that little whitewashed building by the barn

By the barn, oh, by the barn
It's the most important building on the farm
We would sit there for a reason
When the apples were in season
In that little whitewashed building by the barn

By the barn, oh, by the barn
It's the most important building on the farm
Where the bees would build their nest
And Grandpa said, "Let 'em rest"
In that little whitewashed building by the barn

By the barn, oh, by the barn
It's the most important building on the farm
But Grandpa changed his mind at last
When one stung him on the ass
In that little whitewashed building by the barn

By the barn, oh, by the barn
It's the most important building on the farm
There were holes large, medium and small
To accommodate one and all
In that little whitewashed building by the barn
 
By the barn, oh, by the barn
It's the most important building on the farm
That building's no longer there
'Cause the methane made a flare
In that little whitewashed building by the barn


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ALTERNATE VERSION:


Oh, the little whitewashed building
Where we played when we was children
'Twas the most important building on the farm 
Where we'd read the evening mail 
And tear up the Eaton's sale
In that little whitewashed building by the barn

Where the bees had built a nest
But pa said, "Let them rest"
In that little whitewashed building on the farm
Pa said, "The bees will let you pass"
And then one stung him on the ass
In that little whitewashed building by the barn

Was in the early month of May
I could sit there all the day
With my head resting on my bended arm
And in the merry month of June
You could smell that sweet perfume
From the little whitewashed building by the barn





(Contributed by Mel Priddle - January 2011)