G C G The times are hard, the days are long, G C G D I wish I were a farmer’s son, G C G Out in the green fields all day long, G C D Away from the dark of the day,
C G When the sun is sagging in the sky C D C D The days are long, long are the size G C G Down in the darkness where we bide, G C D Passing our lives away,
And if I were a robber bold, I’d rob the rich of all their gold, And if I were caught, well I’ve been told, It’s better down botany bay
And if I were a sailor, I’d sail the main, And rob the ships of france and spain, Now if we lost, perhap’s we’ed gain, For the fench might raise our pay
Like pit ponies down the mine, Going blind without the shine, Though if we do, we’ll never mind Cause we’ll never want the sun no more