Family Farm Survival


Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

Us poor auld  Irish farmers, our future now in doubt.
That’s why we drive our tractors, through the street an’ all about.
Farmers here in Ireland, are so very poor.
To survive upon a farm ye’d want ta be a cute hur.

The greatest hur’s in Ireland, the TDs in the Dail.
They really have the farmers backs up against the wall.
Joe Walsh he does be talking, late into the night.
While the poor aul farmers sinkin’ deeper in the shite.

Chorus

Us poor auld Irish farmers, our future now in doubt.
That’s why we drive our tractors, through the street an all about.
Farmers here in Ireland, are so very poor.
To survive upon a farm ye’d want ta be a cute hur.

Oh Family farm survival, that’s why were here today.
An’ ta support a farmer, ta get a better pay.
The poor auld farmer his income is so small.
Its hardly worth his while getting out of bed a all.

Chorus

Us poor auld  Irish farmers, our future now in doubt.
That’s why we drive our tractors, through the street an all about.
Farmers here in Ireland are so very poor.
To survive upon a farm ye’d want ta be a cute hur.

‘We’re in O’Connell street now lad”
“Aye did ye bring the dung spreader?”
“I did an’ its full a shit”

The quare ones up in Dublin, they really think their great.
Only for the farmers, they’d have nare an egg ta ate.
John Dylan now the president I’d like ta wish ye luck.
Though the quare ones up in Dublin, really don’t give a…

“Don’t Johnny, don’t, don’t say it”

Chorus

Us poor auld Irish farmers, our future now in doubt.
Thats why we drive our tractors, through the street an all about.
Farmers here in Ireland are so very poor
To survive upon a farm ye’d want ta be a cute hur.

Mind the spire Johnny, mind, mind the spire.
That’s not a spike, that’s a tooth for a book rake.
You’d want a quar big bale a hay for that lad.
Thats right, thats the truth.

A roddely-doddely-dah.
A roddey-doddely-dory-idle-dah.
“Stay wut you’re a good one lad, your a good one”.