To the tune of Ghost Riders In The Sky

ONLINE BOVINE
I strolled down by The Shambles, it being a market day
But the auctioneer was looking glum, and these sad words did say
"There's no need for me, Paddy, my working days are o'er
Online auctions mean that there's no call for me no more"

CHORUS
Boot the PC
Hard disk whine
Oooooonline Bovine

"Chin up, Mister Auctioneer" I shook his proffered hand
"You were the quickest speaker in the whole of Ireland
But these young farmers nowadays are well into IT
And so it seems the world has turned its back on you and me"

CHORUS

"No more the smell of cowshit, no more the dungarees
Wellingtons and flattened caps, trousers without knees
Belts made out of baling twine and pockets stuffed with cash
The advent of the internet has caused our world to crash"

CHORUS

"Now its logging on to A-Moo-Zon, verify account,
Click to view and click to bid, key in the amount,
Confirm your credit details, transaction underway
Data processed, deal is done, an e-mail's on its way"