A real farmer's song - shooting the rabbits that strip the grassland! Jack's Song (Martin Curtis- www. martincurtis.co.nz) Long before sunrise, we're out of the sack Throw tea and flour in your battered old pack Hang all your traps round your trusty old hack, Away to the brown hills of Pisa We eat rabbit curry, we eat rabbit stew We've tried rabbit roasted, and rabbit pie too Without us there wouldn't be one single ewe, Up in the brown hills of Pisa Chorus: And it's gut 'em and skin 'em, And five for a bob Some people say it's not much of a job But give me my freedom, Just me and me cob Up in the brown hills of Pisa A rabbit has never done me any harm His meat kept me fed and his fur kept me warm He gave me my living, he earned me my farm, Under the brown hills of Pisa We catch 'em by trapping, we kill 'em with shot, We'll send down a ferret and bring up the lot But now it's 1080 and leave them to rot, Up in the brown hills of Pisa CHORUS The rabbiter's life was the life that I knew A horse and my traps and my old 22 But myx is the next thing they're going to use, Up in the brown hills of Pisa * myxomatosis CHORUS
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