Pumpkins, cantaloupes, watermelons too
A squash and a gramma or a ripe honey dew
The vines grow green where he's passed through
There's plenty there for me and you
Pumpkin Paddy was his name
Pumpkin planting was his game
Wherever he passed through the land
He planted seeds in soil and sand
Pumpkins, cantaloupes, watermelons too
A squash and a gramma or a ripe honey dew
The vines grow green where he's passed through
There's plenty there for me and you
He had an old felt hat and a tired old coat
An old blue scarf around his throat
A great big swag swung across his back
He carried his seeds in a little brown sack
Pumpkins, cantaloupes, watermelons too
A squash and a gramma or a ripe honey dew
The vines grow green where he's passed through
There's plenty there for me and you
One day a farmer saw Paddy go by
He said Hey Paddy, tell me why
You plant those seeds everywhere although
You could never eat all the things you grow
Pumpkins, cantaloupes, watermelons too
A squash and a gramma or a ripe honey dew
The vines grow green where he's passed through
There's plenty there for me and you
Well Paddy sat down and he scratched his head
In a little while he said
While there's a hungry mouth to feed
The world will need my pumpkin seed
Pumpkins, cantaloupes, watermelons too
A squash and a gramma or a ripe honey dew
The vines grow green where he's passed through
There's plenty there for me and you
Pumpkins, cantaloupes, watermelons too
A squash and a gramma or a ripe honey dew
The vines grow green where he's passed through
There's plenty there for me and you
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