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            "The Pheasant Plucker" as promised
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You really can only do this in public if you can get the words right and you do it with feeling!!!!
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The Pheasant Plucking Song
>
> "Me husband is a keeper, he's a very busy man,
> I try to understand him and I help him all I can,
> But sometimes of an evening I feel a trifle dim,
> All alone and plucking pheasants when I'd rather pluck with him.
>
> I'm not the pheasant plucker,
> I'm the pheasant plucker's mate
> And I'm only plucking pheasants
> Cos the pheasant plucker's late.
> I'm not good at plucking pheasants, pheasant plucking I get stuck,
> Though some peasants find it pleasant I'd much rather pluck a duck,
> Oh, but plucking geese is gorgeous, I can pluck a goose with ease
> But plucking pheasants is sheer torture, for they haven't any grease.
>
> I'm not the pheasant plucker,
> He has gone out on the tiles,
> He only plucked one pheasant
> And I'm sitting here with piles.
> You have to pluck them fresh, if they're fresh it's not unpleasant,
> I knew a man in Dunstable, could pluck a frozen pheasant.
> They say the village constable has pheasant plucking sessions
> With the vicar of a Sunday 'twixt the first and second lessons.
>
> I'm not the pheasant plucker,
> I'm the pheasant plucker's son,
> And I'm only plucking pheasants
> Till the pheasant plucker's come.
> My good friend Godfrey's most adept, he's really got the knack,
> He likes to have a pheasant plucked before he hits the sack.
> I try and lend a helping hand, I gather up the feathers,
> It's really all this pheasant plucking keeps us here together.
>
> I'm not the pheasant plucker,
> I'm the pheasant plucker's friend,
> And I'm only plucking pheasants
> As a means unto an end.
> Me husband's in the woods all day, a-banging with his gun,
> If he could hear me heartfelt cries, then surely he would run,
> For I've fluff in all me crannies and there's feathers up me nose,
> And I'm itchin' in the kitchin' from me head down to me toes.
>
> I'm not the pheasant plucker,
> I'm the pheasant plucker's wife,
> And when we pluck together
> It's a pheasant plucking life!"
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>
> ----
> enjoy
>
> Salli