My old hen’s a good old hen. She lays eggs for the railroad men.
Sometimes one, sometimes two, sometimes enough for the whole dang crew.

Sometimes nine, sometimes ten.  That’s enough eggs for the railroad men.
My old hen, she won’t do. She lays eggs and puhtaters too.

My old hen was raised on a farm. Scratchin’ out new dirt and an’ diggin’ up corn. 
The first time she cackled, she cackled alot. The next time she cackled, she cackled in the pot!

My old hen, she had a wooden leg, the best dang hen that ever laid an egg. 
She laid more eggs than any hen in the barn. One more egg wouldn’t do me no harm!

Cluck old hen, cluck and sing. Ain’t laid an egg since away last spring.  
Cluck old hen, cluck and squall.  Ain’t laid an egg since away last fall.