She's a-runnin' through the Barrens
With a skillet in her hand:
Stop that jade ! Stop that jade !
An' things jest ain't a workin' out
The way the Deacon planned-
Stop that jade ! Stop that jade !
It's no use to call the Sheriff
Cause the rascal's outa town
An' the Deputy's in Chatsworth
Payin' court to Molly Brown-
So pass the jug around agin -
Mebbe then we'll run her down:
Deacon's yellin' “Go stop that jade !”
2
That jade she was indentured
To ol' skinflint Deacon Jones-
Stop that jade ! Stop that jade !
An' while his missus was in town
He tried to jump her bones
Stop that jade ! Stop that jade !
Oh, she waited till the Deacon
Had his britches round his knees,
Then she hit 'im with a skillet
Jest as nicely as you please:
Done left him with his wherewithal
A- coolin' in the breeze -
Deacon's yellin' “Go stop that jade !”
3
She's a- runnin' past the stillhouse
An' across the Treaty land
Stop that jade ! Stop that jade !
But I reckon we won't catch 'er
If we git too drunk to stand
Stop that jade ! Stop that jade !
It's no use to go a runnin'
When yer feet's all tangled up
She'll be halfway down to Quakertown
Before we sober up...
So pass the jug aroun' agin'
I'll try another cup !!
Deacon's yellin : “ Go stop that jade !”
Thanks for quoting my "Stop the Jade Run" article on your Web site, but a slight correction: It was published in the Philadelphia Evening Bulletin, not the Courier-Post.
Posted by: James Smart | August 20, 2010 at 01:57 AM