My Threshing Machine

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Now I farmed in Congresbury when I were a boy A-courting of Rose, she were my pride and joy Now Rosie was pretty and just seventeen When I showed her the works of me threshing machine Threshing machine, threshing machine I showed her the works of my threshing machine [Verse 2] She told me that she were a much-travelled girl Seen faces, been places all over the world But there was one sight that her eyes never seen A vertical piston-drive threshing machine Threshing machine, threshing machine A vertical piston-drive threshing machine [Verse 3] We went to the barn and I took her inside And said, "If you're good I might give 'ee a ride" It stood there all sparkling and shiny and clean She said, "That's what I call a threshing machine" Threshing machine, threshing machine "That's what I call a threshing machine" [Verse 4] She asked me to demonstrate how the thing worked So I let out the clutch: the machine went berserk You couldn't see nought for the smoke and the steam When I started revving me threshing machine Threshing machine, threshing machine When I started revving my threshing machine [Verse 5] When I said Rose could drive it, for better or worse The whole dang contraption went into reverse The camshaft seized up, well, you know what I mean And that was the end of me threshing machine Threshing machine, threshing machine And that was the end of my threshing machine
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Credits
- Producers
- Bob Barratt