I'm the pheasant plucker's mate.
I am only plucking pheasants
Because the pheasant plucker's late.
and on the slitted sheet I sit.
Two smart fellows; they felt smart.
Three smart fellows; they all felt smart.
Nor the fig pluckers' son,
But I'll pluck figs
Till the fig plucker comes.
Not a punt cut square,
Just a square cut punt.
It's round in the stern and blunt in the front.
Mrs Puggy Wuggy has a square cut punt.
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