As a teenager I was in a band that inflicted a version on our local folk clubs from time to time. The end of verse not mentioned on this thread yet is, as I recall I'm not a pheasant plucker I'm a pheasant plucker's wife And when you're plucking pheasants it's a pheasant plucking life. Mate, son etc. They're all there too! Lovely reading about "Up the Clump.". One of my favourite Adge Cutler comedy songs. I still have a live recording somewhere where during the middle 8 he shouted to Reg Quantrill "this'n nothing but hedgehog! Get off moi brown suede gaitors!"
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