Okay, so this is what I have:

Don't Play Me Your Concertina by Les Barker

It isn't easy, they think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel
When I try to describe Friday nights at the Sun
They don't believe me
All that I see is a fiddler or two, a bloke who sings songs about mines,
A ??? from Devon and you
I don't know ????
You're all deranged
Couldn't spend half my life playing reels
And to have each one sound like the previous one
Did I choose boredom?
Scrape ???? without much of a clue
And no sense of rhythm at all
I don't want to hear this, thank you

Don't play me your concertina, the one Uncle Trevor left you
The Sun on Fridays, where no one listens
'Cept down the highway and from distance

And as for fortune and as for fame
I trust you're not holding your breath
And don't play me that world stuff on some kind of lyre
No folk just fusions, let's clear the confusion
No Morris for me
Those dancers are here all the time
A long way from [sobriety]???
Don't play me your concertina, the one Uncle Trevor left you
The Sun on Fridays, where no one listens
'Cept down the highway and from distance

Bridge:
It won't hurt too much to hear no more from the bloke with the didgeridoo
But will you promise, too, that not one single note is henceforth heard from you?

Don't play me your concertina, the one Uncle Trevor left you
The Sun on Fridays, where no one listens
'Cept down the highway and from distance
Don't play me your concertina
PLEASE!

And this is the Youtube link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8fZA54vn5iY