When I was young and pretty With a twinkling in my eye I met a traveling man one day And I guess he told a lie When we was a courting He called me sugar pie Now he calls me other names It's root, hog, or die Root, hog, or die Tell you the reason why I met a traveling man one day And I guess he told a lie A rig a tig tig A rig a tig tig A rig a tig tig tig He asked me to get married One cold day in July But since the day we've tied the knot