Were all watching, (you know what farmers are like) the work he's doing making ready for a large herd of dairy cows. In fact the cows move here only two days ago and he is up and milking.
Milking of any sort is a young mans job, particularly when your talking into the multiple hundreds of cows, but having seen the cows going through a parlour with 30 units crossed over to 30 more cows the other side, it was very impressive.
A New Bloke on the Block (Dan ------att)
There’s a new bloke or’ the bank, and I think his name is ------att,Seen him in the distance working, his name is Dan or somatt,
Looking round the fields and house, working out his dream,
A farm all in a circle fence, and through the fields a stream.
Getting sorted out he is, new seeds new fencing takes a while,
So its Dan he’s moved to S-----ford, ---fords Farm is his new pile,
He’s doing a good old clearout, round the building levelled out,
There to dig some footings, for the plans for new layout.
New ideas he has got, he’s young and strong and slim,
He’s met the neighbours round about, all keep their eye on him,
Working hard from dawn till dusk, to turn the place around,
To make a place to run a herd, his future is hoofbound.
To get the farm all ready, for new parlour for the site,
He’s working every day that comes, well into the night,
A hole he dug for slurry, it would make a swimming pool,
So deep and wide and long it is, it’s only a big cesspool.
He’s building brand new road ways, for the cows to walk,
To and from the furthest fields, a concrete sleeper balk,
Clean feet clean tails clean udders, its clean cows all the way,
To stop the poaching, stop the mess, cowman has the say.
Dan he’s turned his hand right now, to drive a digger hard,
To level out the site he needs, to build a brand new yard,
Concrete circle by the parlour, for the cows to stand,
With a great big backing gate, into the parlour they’re crammed.
The old barbed wire now all gone, new posts hammered in,
Electric fencing all around, for paddock grazing to begin,
Water in big trough to drink, for cows to quench their thirst,
So they come back in for milking, with udders fit to burst.
But Dan he’s got a horse, that is grazing all the grass,
Grass that could be turned to milk, no profit there alas,
A mare in milk udder small, two teats short and fat,
Mare’s milk on his Cornflake, nothing left for the poor old cat.
So come on Dan were all watching you, ya conna mek a mess,
Were looking for the cows to come, and hope it’s a big success,
And looking for the milk tanker, pounding (£) up the lane,
And staggering back with all the milk, a three decade campaign.
Owd Fred (Countryman)