So Dear to My Heart Page #3

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maybe I could go

to the fair too. Huh?

Here she comes!

- Danny! Danny!

- Danny!

Danny! Danny!

- Danny!

- Danny!

Granny don't like black sheep

She grabbed him

by the throat

Looks like

this here black sheep

Is a-gittin'Granny's goat

Baa, baa, black sheep

Oh, what trouble

you've put Granny through

- Baa, baa, black sheep

- It ain't so much what the lamb

is doin' to me...

as what it's a-doin' to the boy.

Ya needn't say a word about it,

'cause I made up my mind.

- I didn't say a word.

- Well, I know what you're thinkin'.

Outright disobedience is

one thing I won't stand for.

But, Granny, the boy

ain't exactly disobeyin' you.

I'd like to know what ya call it.

The barn door's open, ain't it?

The lamb's gone,

and so is the boy.

The lamb ain't

a-runnin' around loose.

The boy's got him

under control. Now.

I don't wanna be hard

on the boy, and...

I don't wanna sell the lamb,

less'n I have to...

but you don't know the half

of what we've been through...

and the very next time

that little varmint busts

something or gets into some--

What's that?

Under control, eh?

I'll get him, Granny!

I'll catch him!

Oh, give me strength.

Goodness' sake!

Go that way! Head him off!

Danny!

Gee whiz, Danny.

Aw, gee whiz.

The lamb'll be better off.

Mr Turner'll stop by in the morning

and take him away...

and find him

a good home somewhere.

It ain't as if

I was sellin' him on the market.

Do you hear me?

And it ain't as if I was goin' back

on my word,Jeremiah...

'cause I never did say

you could keep the lamb.

I said we'd see.

So don't you go

feelin' mean...

and put out with your old granny

about it either.

You hear me?

You hear me?

Jeremiah!

Jeremiah?

What's a body gonna do?

Granny Kincaid made a vow

to get rid of that lamb

She didn't know how

She changed her mind

by a happenstance

Gonna give that black lamb

one more chance

If you get outta this pen

you ornery critter

You'll end up

a fried lamb fritter

If you don't be good

and settle down

You'll be roasted

a golden brown

See that, Danny?

You can't squeeze through anywhere.

- Nor butt it down neither.

- And you better not,

or you'll spoil everything.

There it is-- hogtied,

horse-high and... bull-strong.

Gee, Uncle Hiram, look how big

his chest and shoulders are gettin'.

He's lookin' more like

a champion every day.

When are ya gonna ask Granny,Jerry?

When are ya? Huh,Jerry?

Well, she hasn't quite forgave him

for bustin' her rockin' chair.

Don't worry about that.

I got it fixed already as good as new.

- You have?

- You have?

- Yeah. I tell ya what.

Suppose when I

take it back tonight...

that I just accidentally

happen to mention something

about the county fair.

And before she knows

what's goin' on...

I'll put it over.

Lavender's blue

Dilly dilly

Lavender's green

If I were king

Dilly dilly

I'd need a queen

Who told me so

Dilly dilly

Who told me so

I told myself

Dilly dilly

I told me so

If your dilly dilly heart

feels a dilly dilly way

And if you answer yes

In the pretty little church

on the dilly dilly day

You'll be wed

in a dilly dilly dress

Of lavender blue

Dilly dilly

Lavender green

Then I'll be king

Dilly dilly

And you'll be

My queen

Oh, where have you been

Billy boy, Billy boy

Oh, where have you been

charmin'Billy

I have been to seek a wife

She's thejoy of my life

She's a young thing

and cannot leave her mother

Is she often seen in church

Billy boy, Billy boy

Is she often seen in church

charmin'Billy

Yes, she's often

seen in church

With a bonnet

white as birch

She's a young thing

and cannot leave her mother

Can she bake a cherry pie

Billy boy, Billy boy

Can she bake a cherry pie

charmin'Billy

She can bake a cherry pie

Quick as a cat

can wink its eye

She's a young thing

and cannot leave her mother

- How old is she--

- How old is she

Billy boy, Billy boy

How old is she

charmin'Billy

Three times six

Four times seven

Twenty-eight

and eleven

Oh, she's a young thing

and cannot leave her mother

She's a young thing

And cannot leave

her mother

Do do dee dee doop

Boop-boop boop-boop

Do do dee dee doop

Boop-boop boop-boop

Do do dee dee doop

Boop-boop boop-boop

Do you know what that is,Jerry?

That's the tune you most usually hear

on a merry-go-round.

That's a funny thing, that tune

making me think of merry-go-rounds.

You know, the last time

that I heard a merry-go-round

was at the county fair.

You know somethin', Granny?

I know we ain't goin'

to no county fair...

if that's what all this rigamarole's

leadin' up to.

Who said anything about

goin' to the county fair?

You was fixin' to.

These children washin' dishes

without bein' told.

- I wasn't born yesterday.

- Now, wait a minute.

Haven't you got a notion about

takin' that black sheep of yours

to the county fair,Jeremiah?

- Well, I--

- Now, wait a minute, Granny.

I was a-thinkin' about

these ''kiwers'' of yours here.

Thought maybe you'd like

to let the outlanders see what

a kiwer really looks like.

Sometimes I think you ain't

a day older than these young 'uns...

with all the tomfool notions

you get in your head.

Lots of folks don't think

county fairs are such tomfool notions.

All the best kiwer makers

in Pike County...

will more'n likely

take their kiwers.

And one of them kiwers

is gonna win the blue ribbon...

and the cash award.

Well, it won't be my kiwer,

'cause I ain't goin'.

Aw, Granny.

Why not?

'Cause I ain't a traipsin' woman

in the first place...

and I don't make my kiwers

for the sake of blue ribbons

and cash awards.

I make 'em

'cause they pleasure me.

Mama's already sent away

for the pattern for my new dress.

- What's that got to do with it?

- I was gonna wear it to the fair.

Tsk. Honey.

It's time you learned

not to go settin' your heart

on the daydreams of menfolks.

Well, it was just an idea.

Maybe I shouldn't have

brought it up in the first place.

Ya, when folks get old,

it's best they sit around the fire

and bake their shins.

Meanin' me.

- You ain't no spring chicken, Granny.

- I'll live to dance on your grave.

I'm afraid, Granny,

that your dancin' days are over.

I can dance you down any day!

Jeremiah, go turn on

''Cricket On The Fryin' Pan.''

- Yes'm. Excuse me.

- Get to your feet,

if you dare, Hiram Douglas!

That's right sassy talk

for a granny-woman!

''Old,'' huh?

I'll show you who's old.

''The Soldier's Joy''

played by the Kentucky Quintet.

A Morning Glory record.

Well, buckle your belts

and tighten your traces

All clap hands

We're off to the races

Right hands cross

How do you do

Left hand back

And how are you

Take your honey

and give her a swing

Allemande around

the great big ring

Tra la la la la la la

Tra la la-la la-la

Swing old Adam

Swing old Eve

Swing your own

before you leave

Chase a rabbit

Chase a squirrel

Chase that pretty girl

'round the world

Now the possum

Now the 'coon

Chase that pretty boy

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