The Irish Rovers Pheasant Plucker's Son song lyrics

I'm not a pheasant plucker

I'm a pheasant plucker's son.

And I'm sittin' pluckin' pheasants

til the pheasant plucker comes.

My daddy was a pheasant plucker finest in the land

when it came to plucking pheasants he was always in demand

I went out a'shootin' pheasants

which he sat and plucked all day.

I don't wanna end up like him

plucking pheasants til I'm dead.

Gotta find another way

to earn me bread.

Birds are flying overhead most of the day

Gotta find a target just to make me way

Tried to be an entertainer, be a joker or a clown.

But the folks who came to see me

they just had to put me down.

Tried to be an undertaker

but I don't like wearin' black.

There must be another way

to earn me whack.

Birds are flyin' overhead most of the day.

Gotta find a target just to make me way.

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