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Girl from the Fens by The Ouse Valley Singles Club - Single (iTunes download)
Girl From The Fens single available now on iTunes. Watch the music video on YouTube here:
With thousands of views and shares, the song has become more popular than frontman Tim ever could have imagined when he wrote and recorded it on his phone while missing bass player Amy (his wife) during a trip to visit her Mum in Wisbech.
The song became so popular in the area and beyond that the band decided to record a studio version for their next album and even shoot a music video!
You can read all about it in this article in the Fenland Citizen.
If you know a Fenland girl, why not get her the T-Shirt from The OVSC merchandise range? Available in two colours (green and purple) and three sizes (small, medium and large).
Want to sing or play along? See lyrics below or get the chords!
Lyrics (by Tim Barron)
I love a girl and that is that,
She comes from the east where the land is flat.
And on the surface she may seem dumb,
Because her cousin is her uncle and he's married to her Mum.
But she's alright, she's my Fenland rose,
She's got two strong arms and she's got webbed toes.
And when we get close, and she gets randy,
Her extra finger comes in quite handy.
Chorus:
She's my girl from The Fens,
She's my girl from The Fens...
If you meet a girl who comes from Wisbech,
You might have trouble understanding her speech.
Oh she sounds just like The Tasmanian Devil,
And she gets a nosebleed above sea level.
On our first date we got a bit tipsy,
She took me to a place where a farmer shot a Gypsy.
Then we went to Kings Lynn to do some shopping,
She's the Cambridgeshire champion of carrot topping.
Chorus
Well my Fenland girl has got the X-Factor,
At six years old she learned to drive a tractor.
And at eight she plucked turkeys, at nine she kept quails,
She was born with the black soil under her nails.
From Peterborough where they're a bit posh,
To Spalding and Chatteris and the shores of The Wash.
I will follow that girl and my heart I do pledge,
We will grow old together picking seasonal veg.
She's my girl from The Fens,
She's my girl from The Fens.
On her heart I depend.
She's my...
Well she smells of onion, she's got hair like wheat,
She's my potato eyed girl, sweet like sugar beat.
And she keeps all my wishes in a pickling jar,
Our love is bigger than a combine harvester.
She's my girl from The Fens,
She's my girl from The Fens.
On her heart I depend.
She's my...
Where civilisation ends, that's The Fens.
She's my girl from The Fens.
