We saw the pyres, we smelled the fires
The silence of the lambs

The gathering of the flock 'twixt a hard place and a rock
Like lambs to the slaughter

The dug out lines of earth, death to all our mirth
Where sheep may safely grave

The empty fields of green, where gambols had been seen
And now all bets are off

The man from MAFF wipes off the laugh
The farmer wants a life

This farmer's left, that farmer's dead,
The other one's drowned in tears
Just another day in the country
They'll recall for many years