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BUTTERCUP JOE Now do I be a very young country boy My father came from Fareham. He had another six just like I; By Christ, how he could rare 'em. Now, do my mum make dumplings nice -- I bet you'd like to try 'em. I've yet to find me a better one, A country boy like I am. CHORUS: For I can drive a plow and milk a cow; I can reap and mow. I'm as fresh as a daisy that grows in the field, And they calls I "Buttercup Joe." Now there be a pretty girl that I love, They calls her "our Mary." She works busy as a bumblebee Down in old Jones's dairy. Now work and cook and irk and sew And use the smoothing iron, And I'm gonna take her for a wife, A country boy like I am. Now we're gonna buy us our own barn When I put by some money. We'll put the bees in sacks of corn; They can make us bread and honey. And I'll have hops in every field And a big oast-house to dry 'em. I'll brew the best ale in the land, A country boy like I am. Now Mary, her was family, And I will not propose it. She's got one of them on the way, And I don't think that she knows it. So we'll get married in yonder church Before it's lambing ti-em, And settle down to raise some girls And country boys like I am. Recorded by Michael Cooney on "Singer of Old Songs." and Roberts and Barrand on "Spencer the Rover etc." The original source, as well as the song being satirized, have apparently been lost in the mists of time. RW @English @farm filename[ BUTTRCUP RW |
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