Farmer Bill's Cowman

Down on the farm, I don’t need no alarm
I rise from me bed at five thirty
Around six o’clock I puts on me smock
I’m feeling like Burlington Bertie
Out in the pen there’s a broody old hen
She gets as wild as a tiger
You try to touch her egg and she’ll bite off your leg
I feeds her on faggots and cider
(Come on now)
La la la la
Ooh arr, ooh arr arr
They call me farmer Bill’s cowman
La la la la
Ooh arr, ooh arr arr
I’m proud to be farmer Bill’s cowman
(She were a proper little Rhode Island Red, she were)
I work very hard out in the yard
Squelching around in the muck, sir
A 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)
La la la la
Ooh arr, ooh arr arr
They call me farmer Bill’s cowman
La la la la
Ooh arr, ooh arr arr
I’m proud to be farmer Bill’s cowman
(I think he got his eye on I)
Day after day, I labour away
As work in the cowshed keeps piling
With shovel and stick, I lays it on thick
In spite of the sight I keep smiling
Love at first sight, I loved her all right
But she were engaged to the ploughman
Now I’m her debonair Somerset millionaire
I’m only farmer Bill’s cowman
La la la la
Ooh arr, ooh arr arr
They call me farmer Bill’s cowman
La la la lah
Ooh arr, ooh arr arr
I’m proud to be farmer Bill’s cowman
La la la la
Ooh arr, ooh arr arr
They call me farmer Bill’s cowman
La la la lah
Ooh arr, ooh arr arr
I’m proud to be farmer Bill’s cowman
La la la la
Ooh arr, ooh arr arr
They call me farmer Bill’s cowman
La la la lah
Ooh arr, ooh arr arr
I’m proud to be farmer Bill’s cowman
La la la la
Ooh arr, ooh arr arr
They call me farmer Bill’s cowman
La la la lah
Ooh arr, ooh arr arr