To Farmer Jones' I went down one lovely February,
For change of air I had left town, for I felt so forlorn;
When a lovely scene burst on my sight, for there was pretty Mary,
With the cocks and hens all round her, she was feeding them with corn.

Chorus: Chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck,
Said pretty little Mary, light as a canary;
Chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck.
As she called her chickens all around her.

I loved her from that moment and would have felt much annoyed,
Had I thought another sought her hand for I'm a jealous Turk;
A prettier girl you could not see more prettily employed,
As she gave a sidelong glance at me then went on with her work.

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I raised my hat politely, said,"Good morning to you, Mary,
She just glanced at me, slightly bowed her pretty little head,
Said I, My dear, you've stolen my heart, I really must he wary,
I'm deeply stabb'd with Cupids dart, she look'd at me and said.

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I would be day after day, with her completely stricken
I could not tear myself away, but by her side I'd stand;
I said, Oh! would I were a bird of course I meant a chicken
To be fed, altho' perhaps absurd, by Mary's lovely hand.

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Six months with Jones I tarried, and I got so fond I of Mary,
To beg she'd wed, I had no fear, so popped to her one day,
She consented, we were married and what's more extraordinary,
We've got five chicks, to whom I hear my dear wife often say,

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