Next year there will only be one farm left in the village
Who would like to be a farmer?
Who would like to be a farmer?
You've got to
love the country, you've got to love the land,
Got to put the
time in, and to anyone lend a hand,
It’s a lonely
job at times, work for hours out in the fields,
To grow the grass
and rear the stock, and aim for better yields.
Early morning
milking’s, and all day to growing crops,
A
long day mending fences, the work it never stops,
The
working week 40 hours, done that by Tuesday night,
Every
week and every month, end of the year in sight.
You
stop to help an injured bird, binding up it wing,
Or
tend a birth of calves and lambs, new life the world to bring,
Day
and night you’re on call, to help all those in need,
To
all the folk and stock give life, on this we set our creed.
Owd Fred