Poppin' pigeons

I shoots the birds what lands upon my garden
An’ I shoots the birds what lands upon my shed
I’m a strapping lad and people says an ‘ard un
But I never shoots a bird what’s on my ‘ead

I did it once when I were young and reckless
I shoots this bird what landed on my nut
The blood and guts and feathers made a real mess
So now I ‘its ‘em with my rifle butt

Now if you’re out and pigeons you are popping
And one lands on your bonce you must be quick
It’ll do  no good a frettin’ and a ‘opping
Just hit the little bugger with a stick