Farmhouse Scrumpy

© 2018 Robert Morris Black / Leprechaun Club Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


I was impressed by the way that she milked her cows
And churning the butter did arouse
My temperature was fevered and my patience was tortured
When we were in the barn behind the apple orchard

Her name was Farmhouse Scrumpy
She liked her ride kinda bumpy
She made my jeans kinda lumpy
She made my Jack Flash jump

We laid down in the hay behind her horse’s stall
She said her apples were the tastiest in all Cornwall
I tried her Cornish Gilliflower and her Bodmin Primrose
But I really got off on her Launceston Jumbos

Her name was Farmhouse Scrumpy
She liked her ride kinda bumpy
She made my jeans kinda lumpy
She made my Jack Flash jump

She came up for air with a slobbering gob
Make no mistake she did a proper job
Cuddle and kiss, we had our fun
Then I hopped the train back to Paddington

Her name was Farmhouse Scrumpy
She liked her ride kinda bumpy
She made my jeans kinda lumpy
She made my Jack Flash jump

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