There’s a Hole in My Bucket – Harry Belafonte en Odetta

 
Liza: Henry! Fetch me some water!
Henry: There’s a hole in my bucket dear Liza, dear Liza
There’s a hole in my bucket dear Liza, a hole.
Liza: Well, fix it dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
Well, fix it dear Henry, dear Henry, fix it.
Henry: With what shall I fix it …
Liza: With a straw dear Henry …
Henry: The straw is too long …
Liza: Well, cut it dear Henry …
Henry: With what shall I cut it …
Liza: With an axe dear Henry …
Henry: The axe is too dull dear Liza …
Liza: Well, sharpen it dear Henry …
Henry: With what shall I sharpen it …
Liza: With a stone dear Henry …
Henry: The stone is too dry dear Liza …
Liza: Well, wet it dear Henry …
Henry: With what shall I wet it …
Liza: With water dear Henry …
Henry: In what shall I fetch it …
Liza: In a bucket dear Henry …
Henry: There’s a hole in my bucket, dear Liza …

 


 

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