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THE VILLAGE PUMP

There's a pretty little village far away.
Where they grow new potatoes, corn and hay
There's a pretty little rill,
By the side of a water wheel;
And the wheel it keeps a-turning all the day.
Now there's a lot of little houses in a lump.
And a pub they call "The Magpie On The Stump"
But the thing that you should see,
And the pride of you and me.
And the pride of all the village is the pump.

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The village pump,
The village pu-ump,
The village P.U.M.P. pump

Now the squire he was fond of lots of fun.
So when his eldest son was twenty-one
He gave a great big treat,
There were lots of things to eat,
And each kiddie had a halfpenny (pronounced "hay-pny") and a bun.
Now there were races where you hopped & skipped & jumped
And candy for each one, a great big lump.
But to celebrate the day,
In the proper sort of way.
He fitted a brand new handle on the pump!

Chorus
The village pump,
The village pu-ump,
The village P.U.M.P. pump



Now the funniest chap that I have ever seen,
Gave a temperance lecture on the green
He said "you folk down here
Are far too fond of beer"
And he spouted like a parish magazine.
Now he ran down "The Magpie On The Stump"
And gave us all a great big blooming hump.
He said "Water, that's for me"
So "right you are" said we
And we gave him plenty of it from the pump.

Chorus
The village pump,
The village pu-ump,
The village P.U.M.P. pump

Robyn