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Title
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Turmot hoeing
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Singer
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Perrior, Joseph Frederick
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
I be a turmot hoer,
From Wiltshire I did come;
My parents they be working folk,
Joe Wanstrow is my name.
Twas on a summer's mornin',
All at the break of day;
I took my hoe and away to go,
Some fifty miles away.
Chorus
Then some delights in hay makin',
And some delights in mowin'
But of all the jobs that I like best,
Gi'e I the turnip hoeing.
The vly, the vly,
The vly be on the turmot,
It's all me eye, I do try
To keep them off the turnips.
Verse 2
Now I be a tidy sort of a chap,
I soon got I a place;
Like many Turk I went to work
And took it by the piece
I hoed away quite gaily
For good old Farmer Flower
Who vowed and sowed
That I just prov'd
A tidy old turmot hoer.
Chorus
Verse 3
Now I works about the farmyard,
Till the springtime brings us mowin'
But I like not as half,
As well as I do the turmot hoein'.
And when the harvest moon's begun
And the nut brown ale a-flowin' ,
I gaily bid them all goodbye,
For I'm off to turmot hoeing.
Chorus
