Under her thumb

 She's got them under her thumb

Oh and all the roses

And the garden hoses

Oh the green grasses and flowers in bloom

And oh they are so well trained

Under her eye's strain

Yes she has them under her thumb

And with her green fingers, she moves like a

feeling lingers, a cloud of pollen

A haze of sun

And all in the rein of

The land girl we're in praise of

Yes she has them under her thumb

To dig for victory, see the stars sing for me

Hear the sound of trumpets at dawn

Raise a model army from the levels

Where folk are barmy, instil the yoke of loyalty

upon someone

Yes she's got them under her thumb

They love her in the salt quays

Where stevendores unload the ferries

See the cargo from the land of the endless sun

No one knows her true name, she carries only her own flame

The ships of a slavery, are rubbed from the sum

And Walking in the graveyard

You'll find her skeleton playing hard

For the piano keys are all under her thumb