Mr. Carthy once sang....... As I was a goin to the fair in a fie, I spied a girls petticoat hanging to dry, So I took off my trousers and hung 'em close by, For to keep that girls petticoat warm. The petticoat flapped and it made a loud noise, It flounced and it fluttered, lost feminine poise, And it wrapped round the legs of me old corduroys....... Oh Trousers I hope your on form Anyone know where this came from?
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