In the Bushes With You

Oh what I'd give to be a gaffer back home where my heart still longs to be to
And if you were there oh the things we would share with never a care in the bushes with you.
I'm sure there's no doubting as we would go trouting where the fly's are so thick and the sky is so blue
If there's never a trout it still would be lovely out there all alone in the bushes with you

Oh what I'd give to be a young gaffer back home where my heart still longs to be to
And if you were there oh the things we would share with never a care in the bushes with you.

And if you went to pick a few partidge berries though I am not a good berry picker tis true
If there were no berries not likely I'd worry out doors all alone in the bushes with you.
And when we get back sure we empt our rubbers with pin bough's all stuck to our socks like glue
And I allow you'll blush if there's twigs on your shimmies cause they'll know I was out in the bushes with you.

Oh what I'd give to be a young gaffer back home where my heart still longs to be to
And if you were there oh the things we would share with never a care in the bushes with you.

With the birds and bears in the bushes with you.