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Thread #32250   Message #422676
Posted By: Joan from Wigan
21-Mar-01 - 05:11 PM
Thread Name: Lyr/Chords Add: The Pheasant Plucker (2)
Subject: The Pheasant Plucker (2) ^^
(Joan Blackburn, 1979)

Me [F]father said he'd learn to me his [C7]trade when I were grown
And sure enough before the bird in [F]our back yard had flown
One day when I was thinking watching [F7]birds was very [Bb]pleasant
Me [C7] father said, "Your time has come, go and pluck that [F]pheasant!"

I'm [F]not a pheasant plucker, I'm a [C7]pheasant plucker's son
And I'll go plucking pheasants till the [F]pheasant plucking's done
It is a very pleasant trade from [F7]morn till set of [Bb]sun
So [C7]come and pluck some pheasants for pheasant plucking's [F]fun!

I turned me hand right willingly, the trade I soon did know
I plucked 'em here, I plucked 'em there, me fame it soon did grow
But still me father's hand were best, I could not him outdo
Where there's one pheasant plucker, there isn't room for two

One day I met a fair maid and to her I said with glee
"Where are you going, my young lass?" "A-milking, sir," said she
"I'll show you a more pleasant task, 'twill be a lot of fun!"
"Are you a pheasant plucker?" "No, a pheasant plucker's son!"

One evening I was drinking ale down at the local inn
Got talking to a posh young man with tonic in his gin
He said his father owned a yacht, so not to be outdone
I said, "My dad's the better man - I'm a pheasant plucker's son!"

Me father was the king of all the pheasant plucking clan
Of all the pheasant pluckers he was far the bravest man
He plucked 'em on the table and he plucked 'em on the run
And none so proud as me to be a pheasant plucker's son

But now me father's met his fate and in the ground lies he
And I've a wife and son and I'm as happy as can be
I've taught me son me father's trade, we both have lots of fun
And now it is his turn to say "I'm a pheasant plucker's son!"

But one night when the moon was full I heard a mournful sound [suitable sound effects required from the audience at this point]
Me father's ghost returned to haunt his pheasant plucking ground
Bell, book and candle would not do, peace would not to him come
Until I sang the old song, "I'm a Pheasant Plucker's Son!"

The chorus is sung between each verse, with a double chorus at the end - the last chorus to be sung at double speed (it helps to be sober!). In between verses also, I usually cajole the audience into trying to join in the chorus.

I've lost count of the number of times I've given out the words of this song over the years. Jacqui and Bridie asked for the words, which I duly gave, although I don't know if they ever did anything with it. I've also been told by several people that Billy Connolly sings it - although whether it's my song or the "other" Pheasant Plucker I've never been able to find out. If anyone does know, I'd be very glad to know!

Joan ^^