Sorry only just spotted this request. These are the words I have been singing for the past 30 years.

CHAMPION DUNGSPREADER

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I O fiddle iddle Oh Chesterfield to Chedder
I O the folks all know he's a champion dungspreader
Rump I gurdle urdle, rump I gurdle urdle Oh

Now, some folks like to boast about their father's occupation
Dustmen and the like and similar situations
Not so our old man. His work it is his pride
With his hobnail boots and his gaiters and his dungfork at his side...
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His aim is straight and true and when his arms start flailing
We all get out the way as the gurt brown lumps go sailing
Just set our old man where the dung lies piled thick
He'll make it fly for miles with his great big blackthorn stick...
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Now many years ago when dad was in his power
With a mighty two hand swipe he hit the old church tower
"Lord bless us " said the vicar "is it the kingdom come?"
"Oh! No Sir." said the curate "'Tis a hundredweight of dung."...
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Now as you all can see my father's quite contented
He's got the finest job since work it were invented.
And when our old man, he lays him down to die
'Twill be in a forty acre field where the dung lies six feet high...
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