I'll Tell You 'Bout Life In The Country by McGrath of Harlow

McGrath of Harlow's Comments:  I'm not sure if it's rabbits or gentry he'd like to hunt. Both I imagine. (Just because you write a song you don't have the last word on what it means.) As for tunes, it works OK with "Dick Darby" or "Botany Bay".

I'll tell you 'bout life in the country
It's not what it once used to be
Now the gentry are leading the marches,
And they say that they care about me.

Well, I can't get a house, that's a pity,
And the reason is not hard to find,
They've been sold to rich folk from the city,
By the squire, who is ever so kind.

And the buses, it's just the same story,
They've been cut to the bone, what a shame,
But for everything cut by the Tories,
Seems it's Tony who we have to blame.

So the squire led a big march in London,
And we all had to go on the coach.
Well, if he wants the right to hunt foxes
Then I want the freedom to poach.

Yes, I'll tell you 'bout life in the country
And you'll hear the truth, just for once.
If you gave me the right to go hunting
It wouldn't be foxes I hunts.