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
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