Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh
Chorus
Oh never again will we see it.
A lovely great big field a beet.
It was there for so long, but now it is gone.
And never again will we see it.
The field would be ploughed and well tilled.
By the farmer who was very skilled.
He’d open up drills, so straight and so neat.
‘Twas all part of sowing the auld sugar beet.
Chorus
Oh never again will we see it.
A lovely great big field a beet.
It was there for so long, but now it is gone.
And never again will we see it.
As chaps we’d go tinning the beet.
With the lovely soft clay on our feet.
A half crown for a drill, eight drills was a pound.
A whole lotta chaps, creeping there on the ground.
Chorus
Oh never again will we see it.
A lovely great big field a beet.
It was there for so long, but now it is gone.
And never again will we see it.
In the auld days they pulled it by hand.
Most people they worked on the land.
They’d pull it and crown it, draw it out to the road.
Then send for a lorry, when they’d have a full load.
Chorus
Oh never again will we see it.
A lovely great big field a beet.
It was there for so long, but now it is gone.
And never again will we see it.