"There was an old farmer who sat on his rock,
Stroking his whiskers and shaking his
Fist at his neighbors who sat on their ricks,
Teaching their children to play with their
Kite strings and marbles in the old days of yore,
Along came a lady who looked like a
Decent young lady who walked like a duck,
Said she discovered a new way to
Bring up the children to sew and to knit,
And the boys in the stables were shoveling up
Contents of stables left after the hunt,
The barman was feeling a nice piece of
Straw from the stables while cleaning the walls,
In came the dairy maid to play with his
Dog in the dairy where she did belong,
If you think this is dirty then you're fucking well wrong."
Stroking his whiskers and shaking his
Fist at his neighbors who sat on their ricks,
Teaching their children to play with their
Kite strings and marbles in the old days of yore,
Along came a lady who looked like a
Decent young lady who walked like a duck,
Said she discovered a new way to
Bring up the children to sew and to knit,
And the boys in the stables were shoveling up
Contents of stables left after the hunt,
The barman was feeling a nice piece of
Straw from the stables while cleaning the walls,
In came the dairy maid to play with his
Dog in the dairy where she did belong,
If you think this is dirty then you're fucking well wrong."
-Bob Saget's Old English Song


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