"Let this be a warning to all you pretty country girls
Keep away from the big, big city"

She was once a pretty little milk maid
The sweetest ever seen
At a tender age, she was all the rage
With the boys on the village green

And just like the cattle in the cow shed
She lived in sweet content
Till one fine day
There passed her way
A handsome city gent

He took her up to London
To London, to london
And there that made was undone
In no time at all

First he bought her pretty flowers
And gave her a diamond pin
Then he took her down
To a joint in town
And filled her up with Gin

Then he put his arms around her
And gave his moustache a twirl
Poor, poor, poor little country girl

She was once a pretty little milk maid
All pink and plump and choice
Now sad to tell
She looks like hell
In the back of a large Rolls Royce

And she's drenched in most exotic perfume
A smell she can't endure
For she say's I long
For the wholesome pong
Of really rich manure

They're feeding her with oysters
And oysters, and oysters
Till her sad blue eyes are moist as
The oysters, themselves

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

But now she never sees a cow shed
She's lost in a social whirl
Poor, poor, poor little country girl

They dressed her up in satin
And girdled her fat in
But she'd rather have her fat in
Some brown courdroy

When they tell her she is lucky
Her cup of woe is full
'Cause she knows quite well
That the tales they tell
Are only a load of bull

She'd far, far rather be a milk maid
Than marry a belted Earl
Poor, poor, poor little country girl
Poor, poor, poor little country girl.
