Hard Times Of Old England Retold

For five generations my family have farmed by horse and by tractor by hoe and by hand but that won’t stave off the bank’s latest demand. Singing oh the hard times of old England In old England very hard times Time was I could sell what I grew at the shop Then Tesco’s turned up all of that had to stop. Now I can’t make a living out of my crop. Singing oh the hard times of old England In old England very hard times More and more of our village gets sold every day To folks from the city who are happy to pay For their holiday cottage to stand empty all day. Singing oh the hard times of old England In old England very hard times The Countryside Alliance expects I suppose My support when they’re marching to bloody Blair’s nose But they said not a word when our post office closed. Singing oh the hard times of old England In old England very hard times The hedgerows my grandfather tended have gone And with them the lapwing and the corncrake’s sad song. I fear I’ll be carried off before long. Singing oh the hard times of old England In old England very hard times And now to conclude and to finish my song; Let’s hope that these hard times they will not last long And I may soon have occasion for to alter my song Singing oh the good times of old England In old England very good times