Hi, Aine
This relates to the foot and mouth outbreak here in the UK
Tune: Bonny at morn
Title : The Culling fields

No cows in the meadow, no lambs being born
The flames light the skyline from dusk until dawn.
(Repeat first two lines of each verse)

Chorus:
Sleepless at night, dreading the morn
The flames light the skyline from dusk until dawn.

The valley is silent, the farmyard is still
And only the smoke pallmoves on the far hill.

Marooned,in isolation, our hopes are all dashed
The work of generations is all turned to ash

New rules and regulations, when will they ever learn
They hinder our efforts at every turn

We're all laid idle, and where shall we turn
The lad cannot work and the lass cannot earn

line breaks fixed by mudelf