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THE THRASHING MACHINE (Tune, "Villikins and His Dinah.") 'Twere way down in Dorset, or so I heerd tell, There lived a young maiden, and her name it were Nell. Her were fair wide and handsome and sweet seventeen, And her longed for a ride on me thrashing machine. (Chorus:) I 'ad 'er, I 'ad 'er, I 'ad 'er, I ay, I 'ad 'er, I 'ad 'er, I 'ad 'er, I ay, I 'ad 'er, I 'ad 'er, I 'ad 'er, I ay, And I ups and I shows 'er the way. 'Twere one summer's morning in the merry month of May, When most of the farmers were out making hay. I cocked up me ear-holes and heard a girt scream. I says, "Aar! There goes Nell on thick thrashing machine." (Chorus) 'Twere one summer's evening in the merry month of June, When most of the farmers were a-looking at the moon. I says, "Come to the barn, Nell, where us won't be seen, And I'll show 'ee the works of me thrashing machine." (Chorus) I opened the barn door, and there stood my dream: Her worked on the oil can while I worked up the steam. 'Twere wondrous to see both the thrust and the drive, And when her come out 'twere more dead than alive. (Chorus) The flywheels and the pistons were a-goin' around, When from out the steam whistle came an 'orrible sound. I puts down me hand for to cut off the steam, But the chaff had been blown from me thrashing machine. (Chorus) Now nine months later this baby she bore, The pride of his mother he was, to be sure. And under his napkin could plainly be seen A brand new two-cylinder thrashing machine. (Chorus) @bawdy @farm filename[ THRSHMCH TUNE FILE: VILDINAH CLICK TO PLAY JD  8note Sheet |
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