Off we went the hops to pick,
Followed by apples, we gotta be quick,
The winter is coming
but harvest we must
the hard times will soon be running.

the wagons need paint,
the chavvs need food,
the money we earned
a lot has been spent,

time to knock doors
with pegs and posies
time to shelter
we wont be cosy.

Hard time is coming
shelter to find
heather to cut,
brooms to bind.

where to stop without fear
can we go back where we were last year
meat we will poach
the keeper aware

just a few few rabbits
look there are children here
they cant eat grass
nor the hoss that we rear.

what to sell just to keep em fed
need warm things
for the chavvs bed
the boys on the ground.

the girls fair better
they sleep in the wagon
the boys underneath
on straw with the hound.

some folks take pity
on lives so hard
others give fear
and drive us away

the hares in the field
they will feed us for a week
the deer in the forest a month they will keep
the he knows and traps he do set

we just want to live guv
you have so much
most game you dump
after you have all shot.

We are human guv
dont to prison
me send, who food
to my young'uns will send

as i walk to the gibbet
for poaching the game
i say to you boys
keep liiving the game

for young lads now
men will become
in just a few moments
my breath will be gone

look to your mother
your sisters to
look to our ways
aqnd never give in.

a right to live
and a right to roam
my dear sons
it will soon be gone.

look to your lives
look to your ways
lookt the sad times
aheading your way.