(With constant marrows all her days)
I am a gardener with constant marrows
Courgettes doubled in many ways
I grow 'em well and am lucky
From slugs they're safe on a bed raised.
(From slugs they're safe on a bed raised)
For 6 long years I've gone to trouble
Sowing them here on earth I've found
Four feet of space each they're bound to ramble
I have to thin them out in rows.
(She has to thin them out in rows)
Supplied her real well my old true mother
Tho' they left her stomach in great pain
Four I gave to Clive and Graham had loads
Dont think they want any more again
(Don't think they want any more again)
Marrows have buried me in a deep valley
As fast as I gather I find more lay
And you may have to learn to love marrow
To stop me turning in my grave.
(To stop her turning in her grave)
Maybe your friends think I'm no danger
My marrows they'll never see no more
But there is one promise that is given
I'll bring you marrows on God's Golden Shore.
(She'll bring you marrows on God's Golden Shore)
"Yee-haw!"