Intro = F# 
 
Verse 1 
F# 
Lucy went down on a farm tried to milk a cow 
                                      C#             F# 
Though she tried she couldn't get the hang of it somehow 
F# 
The farmer looked at Lucy and murmured with a frown 
F#                                    C#                 F# 
Well you just hang on tightly gal and she'll jump up and down 
 
Chorus 
F# 
Oh gather in the mushrooms put 'em in a pot 
                       C#               F# G 
Pop 'em in the oven an serve 'em piping hot 
 
Verse 2 
G 
To make herself more beautiful she thought she'd bathe in milk 
                                    D              G 
She said I'll have a bathful to her milkman Jackie Wilke 
G 
He said do you want it pasturized before I pour it in 
G                               D              G 
She said no I'll be happy if it comes up to my chin 
 
Chorus 
G 
Oh gather in the mushrooms put 'em in a pot 
                       D                G  G# 
Pop 'em in the oven an serve 'em piping hot 
 
Verse 3 
G# 
The farmer called at Lucy one dark and stormy night 
                                  D#                 G# 
She said you are too old for me because your hair is white 
G# 
He looked into her eyes and then he knew he'd have to tell her 
G#                                       D#          G# 
There's snow upon the roof but there's a fire in the cellar 
 
Chorus 
G# 
Oh gather in the mushrooms put 'em in a pot 
                       D#               G# A 
Pop 'em in the oven an serve 'em piping hot 
 
Verse 4 
A 
She took him in the kitchen she was his turtle dove 
                             E                A 
And then she started cooking dumplings on the stove 
A 
She wore a low cut dress oh it was as green as clover 
A                                         E                 A 
He jumped with glee 'cos he could see her dumplings boiling over 
 
Chorus 
A 
Oh gather up the mushrooms put 'em in a pot 
                       E                A  A# 
Pop 'em in the oven an serve 'em piping hot 
 
Verse 5 
A# 
She said you give me half a crown I will read your palm 
                                    F               A# 
And then she saw his love line went half way up his arm 
A# 
So now she's changed her prices although she's just as willing 
A#                                    F             A# 
It's big fat men at two pound ten and little boys a shilling 
 
Chorus and outro 
A# 
Oh gather in the mushrooms put 'em in a pot 
                        F                A# 
Pop 'em in the oven and serve 'em piping hot 
A# 
We're gonna gather in the mushrooms put 'em in a pot 
                        F                  A# A A# 
Pop 'em in the oven and serve them pi-ping ho-o-ot