Country Girl
by Jake Thackray

Country girl, she wakes up on a Saturday,
Yawns all the time as she climbs down the stairs in her dressing-gown. Looks at the sunshine and puts on her wellingtons.
Country girl milking the goats,
Her legs open wide; all the springtime blows inside her petticoat.
Evening can't come too soon for her.

Evening time, and she goes looking for a lover
At the church-hall Saturday dance:
Hoping for a good-looking boyo
Who fancies his chances with her
Under the moonlight, long after midnight.

Country girl, she gets up on a Sunday,
Goes in good time to the half-past-nine mass on her bicycle,
Sailing along, singing hymns to the hedgerows.
Country girl visiting the neighbours,
Dressed in her very best clothes that she chose from a catalogue.
Evening can't come too soon for her.

Evening time, she lies with her lover boyo under the trees;
Flashing her eyes, on her back in the bracken
Where nobody sees her:
Knees in the moonlight, long after midnight.

Country girl, Monday at the sunrise,
She calls to the geese while she's stroking the sleep from her smoking eyes
Under the plum trees, her toes in the crocuses.
Country girl, putting on her pinafore,
Combs from her hair all the straw that was there from the night before. Smiles to herself now and then, now and then.