Poor Little Country Girl chords by Paddy Roberts

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Intro 1

Verse 1

She was once a pretty little milkmaid

The sweetest ever seen

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At a tender age she was all the rage

With the boys on the village green

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Verse 2

And just like the cattle in the cow shed

She lived in sweet content

Till one fine day

there past her way

A handsome city gent

He took

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her up to london

To london, to london

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And there that maid was undone

In no time at all

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First he bought her pretty flowers

And gave her a diamond pin

Then he took her down to a joint in town

And her filled her up with gin

Verse 5
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Then he put his arms around her
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And gave his moustache a twirl
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Poor, poor, poor little country
girl
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Verse 6
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She was once a pretty little milkmaid
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All pink and plump and choice
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Now sad to tell she looks like hell
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In the back of a large rolls royce

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And she's drenched in
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most exotic per fume
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A smell she can't  endure
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For she said I long for
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the wholesome pong
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Of really rich manure

Verse 8

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There feeding her with oysters

And oysters, and oysters

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Till her sad blue eyes are moist as

The oysters themselves

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See her sitting at the opera
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Or dining at     the ritz
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But she pines all day for
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the new mown hay
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And the cows with their
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twiddly bits

Verse 10

But now she never sees a cowshed

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She's lost in a social world

Poor poor poor

Little country girl

Verse 11

They've dressed her up in satin

And girdled her fat in

But she'd rather have her fat in

Some brown corduroy

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When they tell her she   is lucky
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Her cup of woe is full
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Cos she knows quite well
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that the tales they tell
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Are only a lot of bull

Verse 13
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She's far far rather be a milkmaid
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Than marry a belted earl
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Poor poor poor
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Little country girl
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Poor poor poor
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Little country girl