Words & Music: Jake ThackrayClick here to download guitar tabVillage scallywag, blackguard of the neighbourhood,No good, you scandalise, your name is mud,But it's no surprise.They say you nick their chickens and you fish their pools,Poor fools, if they but knew the half that you doThey'd be rather surprised.Though your muddy boots flap, though your britches let the sunshine inside,Susan, the parson's eldest, seems to find them irresistible.She's only got to give you the eye, eye, eye and in the by and byYou'll be around after evensong on tippy-toe,Tapping at her window when it gets dark.You smoke your evil-smelling shag, and you get drunk as a newtTo boot, and this mortifies the Ladies' Institute,Which is no surprise.And they say you plunder their washing lines for your clothes.God knows! If they realised what you filch besidesThey'd be rather surprised.You, your bold brown eyes, your whippy hips, your melting smile.Winifred, the teacher at the school is not as snooty as she'd like to make out.She knows that if she gives you the eye, eye, eye that in the by and byYou'll come early from the Pack Horse taproom on tippy-toe,Tapping at her window when it gets dark.You were rowdy, you were ribald at the Cricket Tea.Dear me! By jingo! By Gad! The fella's a cad!Well, it's no surprise.And you've been seen to spit upon the magistrate's car!His motor car! You'll be chastised, you go too far.But it's no surprise.For although Rosie, the greengrocer's girl curls her nose up as you swagger by,Shy little slyboots, she peeps when her old man's back is turned.She knows that if she gives you the eye, eye, eye that in the by and by,You'll come tripping through her daddy's curly kale on tippy-toe,Tapping at her window when it gets dark.So don't give a toss for the gossip and the tit-for-tatChit-chat, they're only upset that you're not dead yet,Which is no surprise.And you can let them cock their snooks at youand pooh-pooh, for, as I surmise, they envy youAnd I'm not surprised.It's no wonder when you wash your back down by the riversideEven the local countess finds it hard to look away as you scrub.She's only got to give you the eye, eye, eye, and in the by and by,You'll pussyfoot through the squire's rhododendrons on tippy-toe,Tapping at her window when it gets dark.Ever so dark.Right dark.Scallywag.
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