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Where be it blackbird to? I know where he be,
He be up yon wurzel tree, and I be after he!
Now I sees he, and he sees I,
(Bugger'd) Brudder if I don't get 'en
Wit a girt big stick I'll knock 'im down
Blackbird I'll 'ave he!
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
'Ow's 'e, Fadder?
[Audience Answer] Alright!
All me life I'm on the farm, workin' for me keep,
Tendin' pigs and chickens, and they cows and sheep;
And then while I'm workin', there's one who always mocks me,
He sittin up 'dere in the trees, blackbird I'll 'ave he!
Where be it blackbird to? I know where he be,
He be up yon wurzel tree, and I be after he!
Now I sees he, and he sees I,
(Bugger'd) Brudder if I don't get 'en
Wit a girt big stick I'll knock 'im down
Blackbird I'll 'ave he!
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
'Ow's 'e, Fadder?
[Audience Answer] Alright!
Underneath the open sky in spring we likes to dine,
We likes to 'ear the flappin' of the missus washin' line;
We listens to a tuneful song, a blackbird or a tit,
But on me vest and underpants he scored a direct hit!
Where be it blackbird to? I know where he be,
He be up yon Wurzel tree, and I be after he!
Now I sees he, and he sees I,
(Bugger'd) Brudder if I don't get 'en
Wit a girt big stick I'll knock 'im down
Blackbird I'll 'ave he!
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
'Ow's 'e, Fadder?
[Audience Answer] Alright!
If I goes out poachin', a creepin' through the fields,
With me old retriever, a followin' at me heels;
If I aim me shotgun at a pheasant in the hay,
That bloody blackbird starts his row and frightens him away!
Where be it blackbird to? I know where he be,
He be up yon wurzel tree, and I be after he!
Now I sees he, and he sees I,
(Bugger'd) Brudder if I don't get 'en
Wit a girt big stick I'll knock 'im down
Blackbird I'll 'ave he!
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
'Ow's 'e, Fadder?
[Audience Answer] Alright!
No longer can I sleep at night, get peace of any kind,
That bird'll be the death of me, he's preyin' on me mind!
If I chase him long enough, I'll get 'im by and by,
And celebrate me vict'ry wit a girt big blackbird pie!
Where be it blackbird to? I know where he be,
He be up yon wurzel tree, and I be after he!
Now I sees he, and he sees I,
[Bugger'd] Brudder if I don't get 'en
Wit a girt big stick I'll knock 'im down
Blackbird I'll 'ave he!
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
'Ow's 'e, Fadder?
[Audience Answer] Alright!
The British scrumpy and western band, Adge Cutler and The Wurzels (1966-1974) was renamed The Wurzels after Cutler's death in 1974, and was prominent in the 1970s with recordings of comic songs performed in a localized accent.
