| I
once had a ride in a landrover,
Which came to a halt at a school,
And there I joined a Young Farmers' Club,
Paid eight bob sub like a fool.
At first I was shy and sat at the front,
Not one little word did I utter,
The rest of the club all sat at the back,
And drowned the speaker with a mutter.
The lecture that night was all about pigs,
Large whites, saddle-backs, Essex the lot,
Some suffered from a fever, other bowel ademia,
And he finished at ten on the dot.
I
was told in May was the Regional Rally,
And that I had to try do my part,
Judge horses or sheep or cattle or pigs,
Now that was a laugh for a start. |
I
didn't ken the difference twixt bullock and heifer,
But I did know a cow from a bull,
One has four cylinders, a nose and a tail,
The other a tail you don't pull.
After the meeting we all went out ways,
And galloped to our cars with a cheer,
The good ones of course went straight home to mum,
The rest of them rushed for their beer.
At
the next meeting we were told of a dance
With a band that could make a good din,
To be held in the Royal Hall, Harrogate town,
But it cost ten and six to get in. |
I
was asked by a member if I'd like to go,
For the tickets I'll pay said the lad,
I couldn't refuse so off we went,
And what a good time we all had.
Regional meetings are held once a month,
And our four reps. had to go,
They returned one night with news of a concert,
And that we must partake in the show.
So we thought and thought what our club could do,
Which wasn't very much I'm afraid,
But I'm glad to see you are still in the hall,
After the awful noise we just made.
So
bear with us to the end of the show,
As young farmers to me means a lot,
'Cause after a time wedding bells did ring,
And a Young Farmer husband I got. |
