Buttercup Joe

Now I be a true-bred country chap, me father comes from Fareham Me mother got some more like I an’ her well knows how to rare [rear] ’em Some people calls I bacon-fat and others turnip ’ead But I can prove I bain’t no calf although I’m country bred.

Chorus For I can guide a plough and milk a cow And I can rip or mow I’m as fresh as a daisy that grows in the fields An’’em calls I Buttercup Joe.

Now have you seen my young ’ooman, ’em calls her our Mary Her works as busy as a bumblebee down in Sir Johns’s dairy And don’t her make some dumplings nice, by joves I means to try ’em An’ ax her how her’d like to wed a country chap like I am.

Some folk they do like haymaking, there’s others they likes mowin’ But of all the jobs that I loves best, then give I turnip hoein’ And don’t I hopes when I gets wed to my old Mary Ann I’ll work for her and try me best, to please her all I can.