Old folk song I didn't write >:""0
''There was an old farmer who sat on a rock
Stroking his whiskers and shaking his fist at his neighbors 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'd discovered a new way to bring up the children to sew and to knit
The boys in the stables were shoveling up contents of stables left after the hunt
The carman was feeling a nice piece of straw from the stables cleaning the walls
In came the dairymaid to play with his dog in the dairy where she did belong
If you think this is dirty well, you're F**kin' well wrong''
Stroking his whiskers and shaking his fist at his neighbors 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'd discovered a new way to bring up the children to sew and to knit
The boys in the stables were shoveling up contents of stables left after the hunt
The carman was feeling a nice piece of straw from the stables cleaning the walls
In came the dairymaid to play with his dog in the dairy where she did belong
If you think this is dirty well, you're F**kin' well wrong''
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