Don’t Make Assumptions About These Lyrics

They aren’t mine. It’s the Assumption Song or Farmer’s Daughter. There is a video, but I think it works just as well without the music. If you want the video just search on either of those titles.

There was an old farmer who lived on a rock
He sat in the meadow just shaking his

Fist at some boys who were down by the crick
Their feet in the water, their hands on their

Marbles and play things at a half past four
There came a young lady who looked like a

Pretty, young preacher. She sat on the grass,
she pulled up her dress And she showed them her

Ruffles, and laces and white fluffy duck
She said she was learning a new way to

Bring up her children, so they would not spit
While the boys in the barnyard were shoveling

Refuse, and litter from yesterday’s hunt
While the girl in the meadow was rubbing her

Eyes at the fellow, down by the dock
He looked like a man with a sizable

Home in the country, with a big fence out front
If he asked her politely, she’d show him her

Little pet dog, who was subject to fits
And maybe she’d let him grab hold of her

Small, tender hands with a movement so quick
And then she’d bend over and suck on his

Candy, so tasty made of butterscotch
And then he’d spread whip cream all over her

Cookies that she had left out on her shelf
If you think this is dirty

You can go f*ck yourself!

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