CHORUS: I had her, I had her, I had her away.
I had her, I had
her, I had her away.
(Repeat last two lines of each verse.)
I
knew a farmer and I knew him well.
He had a daughter and her name was
Nell.
She was so pretty and only sixteen,
When I showed her the
works of my Thrashing Machine.
The barn door was open and I
stepped inside.
Off in the comer so softly I spied.
She worked the
throttle and I worked the steam,
As I showed her the works of my
Thrashing Machine.
Well, three months went by and all was not
well.
Something had happened to our little Nell.
For under her
pinny could clearly be seen,
The diabolical works of my Thrashing
Machine.
Now, nine months went by and a doctor was called.
Unto sweet Nellie a baby was born.
And under his nappy could clearly
be seen,
A brand new, twin cylinder Thrashing Machine.