(It's a hard life when you're workin' on the farm....)
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Down on the farm, I don't need no alarm,
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I rise from the bed at five thirty
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Around six o'clock, I puts on me smock
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I feel just like Burlington Bertie
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Out in the pen, there's a broody old hen
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She is as wild as a tiger
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You try to touch her egg, and she'll bite off your leg
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I feeds her on faggots* and cider!
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Chorus: La la la la, ooh arr ooh arr arr,
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They call me Farmer Bill's Cowman
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La la la la, ooh arr ooh arr arr
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I'm proud to be Farmer Bill's Cowman!
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(She were a proper little Rhode Island Red, she was)
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I works very hard, out in the yard,
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Just squelchin' around in the muck, Sir,
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A drink every night, plays tricks with me sight,
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I can't tell a drake from a duck, Sir...
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I felt such a fool, tried milking the bull,
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He must have enjoyed it somehow, Man,
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Now every day at three, he comes and says "I'm free!"
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That's why I'm Farmer Bill's Cowman!
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Repeat Chorus
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(I think he had his eye on I, you know....)
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Day after day, I labours away,
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As work in the farmyard keeps pilin'
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With shovel and stick, I lays it on thick,
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In spite of the sight I keeps smilin'.
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It was love at first sight, I loved her all right,
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But she was engaged to the ploughman,
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Now I'm her debonair Somerset millionaire -
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I'm only Farmer Bills Cowman!
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Repeat Chorus (three times)
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(There ain't no better job, than when you're workin' on the farm.)
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Farmer Bill's Cowman
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| The Wurzels |
