The Pheasant Plucker

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My dad’s a pheasant-plucker, he's a very busy man,
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So I help him plucking pheasants, and I do the best I can.
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Sometimes he will go away and leave me on my own,
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And so I’m left here sitting plucking all the pheasants all alone

[Chorus]
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I'm not the pheasant-plucker,
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I'm the pheasant-plucker's son,
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And I'm only plucking-pheasants
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Till the pheasant-plucker comes.

[Verse]
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My husband likes to pluck with me, we have a lot of fun
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He tickles me with pheasant feathers when the plucking’s done;
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The laughing and the giggling helps to keep me fit and trim;
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There’s nothing I would rather do than pheasant-pluck with him

[Chorus]
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I'm not the pheasant-plucker,
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I'm the pheasant-plucker's wife,
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And when we pluck together
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It's a pheasant-plucking life!

[Verse]
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For the job of pheasant-plucking, my friend was born and bred,
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He likes to have a pheasant plucked before he goes to bed;
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I try and lend a helping hand, I gather up the feathers,
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It's really all this pheasant-plucking keeps us here together.

[Chorus]
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I'm not the pheasant-plucker,
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I'm the pheasant-plucker's friend,
          G
And if we weren’t plucking pheasants
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He would drive me round the bend

[Verse]
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I had a pal in Donegal, could pluck a frozen pheasant.
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But you have to pluck them fresh, or it’s really quite unpleasant,
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I'm not good at plucking pheasants, at the plucking I’ve no luck
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Though some peasants find it pleasant, I would rather pluck a duck,

[Chorus]
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I'm not the pheasant-plucker,
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I'm the pheasant-plucker's mate,
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I'm only plucking pheasants
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‘Cause the pheasant-plucker's late.

[Verse]
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My son’s a pheasant-plucker and he’s very good to me,
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He frequently invites me round to have a cup of tea.
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We have pheasant-plucking parties and play pheasant-plucking games,
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Before we pluck the pheasants we will give them silly names.

[Chorus]
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I’m not the pheasant-plucker,
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I’m the pheasant-plucker’s mother,
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And a mother plucking pheasants
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Is a good as any other.

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My cousin is a pheasant-plucker, he’s the best I’ve seen;
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I’m no good at plucking pheasants, I really am quite green;
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He could pluck a buffalo or even do a moose
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While I have trouble getting down off eider duck or goose.

[Chorus]
    F
I'm not the pheasant-plucker,
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I'm the pheasant-plucker's cousin,
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In the time it took to sing this song,
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He plucked a half a dozen.