When I was a farmer servant I liked my bit of fun
I always minded my business as servants always done
Whenever my master he went out to view the fields so gay
I'de be round the back door with my [bm bm bm] and never a word to say, no
Never a word to say
It was on a Thursday afternoon my master to market did go
He told me to mind his business as servants always do
As soon as my master he was gone I blundered out of that barn
And I was round the back door with my [bm bm bm] and never a thought of harm, no
Never a thought of harm
The mistress she come to the door and asked me to come in
When I complained of the bellyache she give to me some gin
She give to me some gin, my boys, with never a word to say
Well, there I was with my [bm bm bm] and a-courting we went straightway, we did
A-courting we went straightway
Now we had not been a-courting not half an hour or more
Me mistress took so well to the sport, I thought she'd never give o'er
“You've won my heart forever,” she cried, “your master no more for me
For he can't manage the [bm bm bm] not half so good as thee, my love
Not half so good as thee.”
Well when my master he come home, he asked me how I got on
I told him I minded his business as servants always done
He give to me best ale, my boys, and little did he know
That I'd been there with my [bm bm bm], if he had he'd never done so, I'm sure
If he had he'd never done so