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O:England
A:Lancashire
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B:Folk Songs Of Lancashire
N:Mike Harding
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Owd Johnny Bugger

Owd Johnny Bugger he lived by himself
As long as he had perfect health.
Then he thowt he'd get him a wife
To darn his socks for the rest of his life.

CHORUS
I do believe, I do believe
Owd Johnny Bugger were a silly Owd Bugger and a silly owd bugger were he.

Owd Johnny Bugger he got him a wife,
He'd never had a woman in all of his life,
He got one thin but he wanted her plump
So he blew the bugger up with a bicycle pump.

Owd Johnny Bugger had an 'orse an' cart
An' off to market he did start,
At the bottom of the hill the poor horse stopped,
He 'ad to shove the bugger from the bottom to the top.

Owd Mrs. Bugger, she 'ad a bad leg,
The doctor ordered her to bed,
He sent for Johnny and when he come in
He said "Rub your wife's left leg with gin".

Owd Johnny Bugger he thowt it were a sin,
To rub his wife's left leg with gin,
So he upped with the gin and poured it down his throttle
An' he rubbed his wife's left leg with the bottle.

Owd Mrs. Bugger went swimmin' in the lake
And that was the end of Johnny Bugger's mate.
She could have been saved, there is no doubt,
But there was no bugger there to pull the bugger out.

The Lord made the bees and the bees make honey,
The Lord made man and man made money
The Lord made the Devil (Hitler, Harold Wilson etc) and he made Sin
Let's dig a big hole and stick the bugger in.