Johnny Gordon lost his cow, And where do you reckon he found her? He found her up that rocky branch, With a hundred buzzards round her. 
Chorus: Look here, look there, Look away over yander. Don’t you see that old grey goose, A-smiling at that gander. 
Johnny Gordon lost his wife, And where do you reckon he found her? He found her up that rocky branch, With a hundred men around her. </pre> 
related verses 
Saturday night I lost my wife And Sunday morning I found her. Behind the pump, a-scratchin’ her rump With all the men around ’er. 
She jumped over the chimney pot I jumped over the timber. She cried out ’er back was broke And I cried out, ’My finger’. 
...and Bob Patten noted this verse from Harry Adams at Ile Abbots, Somerset, in 1978: 
Saturday night I lost my wife And where do you think I found her? Up in the moon, playing a tune, With all the girls around her. file from: www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
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