Here's my transcription.

Mick

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SUFFOLK SONG
(Ian Woods)

When we were young me mates and I we worked upon the farms,
And there we ploughed and sowed and reaped and brought strength to our arms.
Now the land it's been swallowed up, there's pylons instead of corn;
There's factories and houses springing up, a new one every morn.

I watched the seasons come and go, rain, sun and Winter's snow.
I've brought young beasts into the world, reared them and watched them go.
Now factory farming it's all the rage, there's more beasts in less room;
It's push-button feeding for them now, no need for stockman or groom.

And me mates they all worked on the land to draw their weekly pay,
And Saturday night, now, we all would meet and drink it all away.
Now there's cocktail bars, there's shining chrome - no mild, it's all keg beer;
And when we ask the reason why they say, "Don't need you here."

And I used to take my horses on to the smithy down the road,
And I'd watch George Crispin, his apron black, a-paring them to be shod.
But now the smithy it's disappeared, there's no more spark or din,
And Crispy he lies in the old churchyard, aside of more like him.

And few now sing my county tongue or sing my county round;
And them that know the country ways are seldom to be found -
For the binder turns its flashing blade, the barley scything down,
And many a lad now turns his face unto the nearest town.



Source: Ian Woods, youtube: Suffolk Song, originally on lp: Ian Woods and Charley Yarwood -Hooks and Nets