The Pheasant Plucker

   G                               
My dad’s a pheasant-plucker, he's a
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 very busy man,
     G                           
So I help him plucking pheasants, 
       F
and I do the best I can.
    G                              
Sometimes he will go away and leave
          C
 me on my own,
    G                       
And so I’m left here sitting 
                  F              G
plucking all the pheasants all alone

[Chorus]
    F
I'm not the pheasant-plucker,
                           C
I'm the pheasant-plucker's son,
        G
And I'm only plucking-pheasants
         F                G
Till the pheasant-plucker comes.

[Verse]
   G                               
My husband likes to pluck with me, 
           C
we have a lot of fun
     G                             
He tickles me with pheasant 
     F
feathers when the plucking’s done;
   G                               
The laughing and the giggling helps
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 to keep me fit and trim;
     G                           
There’s nothing I would rather do 
       F                G
than pheasant-pluck with him

[Chorus]
    F
I'm not the pheasant-plucker,
                           C
I'm the pheasant-plucker's wife,
    G
And when we pluck together
         F                G
It's a pheasant-plucking life!

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   G                               
For the job of pheasant-plucking, 
           C
my friend was born and bred,
     G                             
He likes to have a pheasant plucked
     F
 before he goes to bed;
   G                            
I try and lend a helping hand, I 
              C
gather up the feathers,
     G              
It's really all this 
                    F       G
pheasant-plucking keeps us here 
together.

[Chorus]
    F
I'm not the pheasant-plucker,
                           C
I'm the pheasant-plucker's friend,
          G
And if we weren’t plucking pheasants
         F                G
He would drive me round the bend

[Verse]
   G                               
I had a pal in Donegal, could pluck
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 a frozen pheasant.
     G                             
But you have to pluck them fresh, 
     F
or it’s really quite unpleasant,
   G                               
I'm not good at plucking pheasants,
           C
 at the plucking I’ve no luck
     G                      
Though some peasants find it 
            F        G
pleasant, I would rather pluck a 
duck,

[Chorus]
    F
I'm not the pheasant-plucker,
                           C
I'm the pheasant-plucker's mate,
    G
I'm only plucking pheasants
         F                G
‘Cause the pheasant-plucker's late.

[Verse]
   G                               
My son’s a pheasant-plucker and 
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he’s very good to me,
     G                           
He frequently invites me round to 
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have a cup of tea.
   G                             
We have pheasant-plucking parties 
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and play pheasant-plucking games,
     G                          
Before we pluck the pheasants we 
        F     G
will give them silly names.

[Chorus]
    F
I’m not the pheasant-plucker,
                           C
I’m the pheasant-plucker’s mother,
      G
And a mother plucking pheasants
     F           G
Is a good as any other.

[Verse]
   G                            
My cousin is a pheasant-plucker, 
              C
he’s the best I’ve seen;
     G                             
I’m no good at plucking pheasants, 
     F
I really am quite green;
   G                               
He could pluck a buffalo or even do
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 a moose
     G                           
While I have trouble getting down 
       F        G
off eider duck or goose.

[Chorus]
    F
I'm not the pheasant-plucker,
                           C
I'm the pheasant-plucker's cousin,
       G
In the time it took to sing this 
song,
   F                G
He plucked a half a dozen.