| Country bus, north country bus
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| Clumsy and cumbersome, rumbustious
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| Country bus, north country bus
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| Though you’re a slow coach you’re OK for us
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| Though your cargo is confusion
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| Sheepmen and cowgirls and chickens galore up the back
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| No need to hurry:
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| We couldn’t care less what the time may be
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| And there’s no call to worry
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| If you smell a bit, so do we
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| Villainous, malodorous
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| Country bus, north country bus
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| Rollicking, frolicking, uproarious
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| Country bus, North Country bus
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| You’re rusty and you’re dusty but you’re OK for us
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| Though your seats are rather Spartan
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| We’ve got the springs in our backsides to ride out your bounce
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| Though you may stumble
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| After the dance on a Sat’day night
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| Backseat lovers don’t grumble;
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| They seem to manage alright
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| Amorous, scandalous
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| Country bus, north country bus
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| Lusty and rustic and impetuous
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| Country bus, North Country bus
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| Bog-trotting bumpkin, you’re OK for us
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| Though your progress is uncertain
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| 'specially at night when the public house closes its doors
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| You tend to dodder
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| Staggering home from The Bull Hotel
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| We, we never bother
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| 'cause we’ve got the staggers as well
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| Glorious, notorious
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| Country bus, north country bus
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| Grunting and chuntering, cantankerous
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| Country bus, north nountry bus
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| But no other bus would be good enough for us
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| Through the wild, the cruel winter
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| You get the coal in your eyes and the snow up your nose
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| But sooner or later
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| You will turn up in the village square
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| With daffodils in your gaiters
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| And pussy-willow in your hair
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| Wait for us
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| Wait for us
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| Country bus |