There was an old farmer who sat on a rock
Stroking his whiskers and shaking his fist
At his neighbours who sat on their ricks
Teaching their children to play with their kite-strings
And marbles in the old days of Yore.
Along came a lady who looked like a decent young lady
And walked like a duck
Said she discovered a new way to bring up the children
To so and to knit
The boys in the stables were shovelling up contents of
stables left after the hunt
the car man was feeling a nice piece of straw
from the stable cleaning the walls
In came the dairmaid to play with his dog in the derry
where she did belong
If you think this is dirty well you're fucking well wrong.