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When I was a farmer servant I liked my bit of fun I always minded my business as servants always done Whenever my master he went out to view the fields so gay I'de be round the back door with my [bm bm bm] and never a word to say, no Never a word to say It was on a Thursday afternoon my master to market did go He told me to mind his business as servants always do As soon as my master he was gone I blundered out of that barn And I was round the back door with my [bm bm bm] and never a thought of harm, no Never a thought of harm The mistress she come to the door and asked me to come in When I complained of the bellyache she give to me some gin She give to me some gin, my boys, with never a word to say Well, there I was with my [bm bm bm] and a-courting we went straightway, we did A-courting we went straightway Now we had not been a-courting not half an hour or more Me mistress took so well to the sport, I thought she'd never give o'er "You've won my heart forever," she cried, "your master no more for me For he can't manage the [bm bm bm] not half so good as thee, my love Not half so good as thee." Well when my master he come home, he asked me how I got on I told him I minded his business as servants always done He give to me best ale, my boys, and little did he know That I'd been there with my [bm bm bm], if he had he'd never done so, I'm sure If he had he'd never done so