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[Verse 1]
Now I farmed in Congresbury when I were a boy
A-courting of Rose, she were my pride and joy
Now Rosie was pretty and just seventeen
When I showed her the works of me threshing machine
Threshing machine, threshing machine
I showed her the works of my threshing machine
[Verse 2]
She told me that she were a much-travelled girl
Seen faces, been places all over the world
But there was one sight that her eyes never seen
A vertical piston-drive threshing machine
Threshing machine, threshing machine
A vertical piston-drive threshing machine
[Verse 3]
We went to the barn and I took her inside
And said, "If you're good I might give 'ee a ride"
It stood there all sparkling and shiny and clean
She said, "That's what I call a threshing machine"
Threshing machine, threshing machine
"That's what I call a threshing machine"
[Verse 4]
She asked me to demonstrate how the thing worked
So I let out the clutch: the machine went berserk
You couldn't see nought for the smoke and the steam
When I started revving me threshing machine
Threshing machine, threshing machine
When I started revving my threshing machine
[Verse 5]
When I said Rose could drive it, for better or worse
The whole dang contraption went into reverse
The camshaft seized up, well, you know what I mean
And that was the end of me threshing machine
Threshing machine, threshing machine
And that was the end of my threshing machine
My Threshing Machine was produced by Bob Barratt.