Much Binding in the Marsh

At much binding in the marsh, I must say I'm glad that this is over, At much binding in the marsh, If only we could rest we'd be in clover, I tell you what, lets make the others come here and reherse, I only hope the whole thing does'nt go from bad to worse, So Costa, Yes Sir, Dudley Sir, lets have the second verse, At much binding in the marsh, At much binding in the marsh, Thank goodness both those twerps have now departed. At much binding in the marsh, At last the two of us can now get started, I think I'll get the bus and go to spagthorpe for a show, Though Mr Horne and Mr Murdoch might'en let you go, I'd like to see them stop me, What's that? Can I? No! At much binding in the marsh, At much binding in the marsh, It comforting that clothes are off the ration tiddlid pom-pom, At much binding in the marsh, We'll now be dressed up in the latest fashion, Miss Whisco's gone to Blackethores to go through all their stock, The fur-lined trousers I have brought will give you quite a shock, I'm going to cast all care aside and buy a second sock, At much binding in the marsh, Last verse! At much binding in the marsh, We've all been asked to work a little harder, At much binding in the marsh, we're out to restock the countries larder, The vicar's nimble fingers now some extra tasks he's found, for seizing opportunites he's always been renowned, He sits and darns his bedsocks while the plate is going round, At much binding in the marsh, How do you get there? Much Binding in the Marsh, Good old gooseberries, At much binding in the marsh.