This version come from Midwestern folk musician Michael "Moonwulf" Longcor, and can be found on any of several of his recordings for Firebird Arts & Music. Per Snuffy, above, the music is essentially "Sweet Betsy from Pike" (though the Longcor refrain differs slightly), whereas Longcor's lyrics are similar but not identical to those from EBarnacle above.

There is one thing I find curious about the EBarnacle/Longcor lyrics: the narrator evidently can't count to nine. June to February is *eight* months...unless you count from the very beginning of June to the very end of February, which seems a bit of a stretch, especially since one needs a June moon worth looking at to make the rendezvous work.

It was way down in Somerset, or so I hear tell,
There lived a young lassie, her name it were Nell;
She was high, wide and handsome, and just seventeen,
And she longed for a ride in me threshing machine.

REFRAIN
I 'ad 'er, I 'ad 'er, I 'ad 'er, I-ay
I 'ad 'er, I 'ad 'er, I 'ad 'er, I-ay
Oh, I 'ad 'er, I 'ad 'er, I 'ad 'er, I-ay
I upped and I showed her the way.

It was early one evening in the merry month of June,
When all the young couples were out lookin' at the moon,
I says, "Come to the barn, love, where we won't be seen,
And I'll give you a ride in me threshing machine."

The pistons and the flywheels were all going 'round,
When out of the cylinder there came a great sound;
I put down my hand for to shut off the steam,
But the chaff had been blown from me threshing machine.

It was just nine months later, on a February morn,
That the pride of our Nelly, a baby was born;
And under his blanket could plainly be seen
A brand-new twin cylinder threshing machine.