(parlando:)
It's a hard life when you're working on the farm!
Down on the farm, I don't need no alarm,
I rise from my bed at five thirty
Around six o'clock, I puts on (...?)
I'm feeling like Burlington Bertie
Out in the pen, there's a broody old hen,
she is as wild as a tiger (meouw)
You try to touch her egg, and she'll bite off your leg
I feed her on faggots and cider (come on!)
(Chorus:)
La la la...
They call me Farmer Bill's cowman
La la la...
I'm proud to be Farmer Bill's cowman.
(parlando:)
She were a proper little Rhode Island Red, she were)
I works very hard, out in the yard,
squelching around in the muck, Sir
I drink every night, plays tricks with me sight
I can't tell a drake from a duck, Sir
I felt such a fool, tried milking the bull
He must have enjoyed it somehow, man
Now every day at three, he comes and says, I'm free
That's why I'm Farmer Bill's cowman (all together!)
Chorus
(parlando:)
I think he had his eye on I, you know!
Day after day, I labours away,
as work in the cowshit keeps piling
With shovel and stick, I lays it on thick
In spite of the sight I keep smiling
It was love at first sight, I loved her alright
But she were engaged to the ploughman
Now I'm her debonair Somerset millionaire
I'm only Farmer Bill's cowman (come on there!)
Chorus (bis)