The Harlot Queens - The Chicken Farmer

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Young lassies must marry my mother said
And put a dowry upon my head
But I am not the marryin' kind
A husband for me they'll never find

My father he knocked upon my door
And told me to wander nevermore
For he had found a master for me
Over the hills and across the lea

A farmer with livestock and fields to spare
A noble countenance and golden hair
His dress is comely, his manner divine
How strange for a man who feeds the swine

Upon the morn that we were wed
He wore a fine suit of purple and red
But his eyes a-lit upon the front row
No interest in me did he ever show

When the day became the eve
N'from the celebration we did leave
My insides quavered, my legs did shake
And firmly did my hand he take

My maidenhead was his to own
Fertile ground and seeds to be sown
But he brought me to my chamber door
And graced my quarters nevermore

A lonesome year did pass me by
When out in the fields I did spy
A strong and handsome farmer's lad
The look of him near drove me mad

That's when I noticed my husband's stare
His rapt attention and lustful glare
And I, at once, now understood
Lads offered something I never could

So never you fear, my little white hen
There are many kinds of men
Some will pursue you till the end
Others will make you a better friend

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The farmer might be down for a pluck but
He chases the cock instead
Chases the cock instead

Written by:
Seana Lamothe

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