Hard Times of Old England Retold

For five generations my family have farmed By tractor, by horse and by hoe and by hand But that won't see off the bank's latest demand Singing oh the hard times of old England In old Ing-er-land very hard times Time was I could sell all I grew at the shop When 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 Ing-er-land 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 Ing-er-land 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 Ing-er-land very hard times All the hedgerows my grandfather tended are gone And with them the lapwing and the corncrake's sad song And I fear I will follow them on before long Singing oh the hard times of old England In old Ing-er-land very hard times So now to conclude and to finish my song There's hope for these hard times, they will not last long And I may soon have occasion for to alter my song And sing oh the good times of old England In old Ing-er-land very good times