The Song of Moulton

Published in The Land Girl, No3, Vol 1, June 1940 (p4-5)
Written by the first batch of Land Girl trainees at Northamptonshire Institute of Agriculture
Transcribed by Stuart Antrobus
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We get up at six in the morning,
We all look so haggard and worn.
The cocks are all crowing – we’re yawning,
We wish that we’d never been born.

The cow she won’t give any milk,
The calf it will go the wrong way.
The unit’s in such a mess up –
Oh! take the dam thing away.

We set off with haste – no one lingers,
To cut off the sugar beet tops.
We hack off the tops – of our own fingers –
And mingle the gore with the crops.

They’re treating the poor sheep for foot-rot,
They’re giving them Wellingtons too;
But if only they’d look at our blisters
They wouldn’t know whose feet to do.

Ooh aye and ye bonnie wee lassies,
Just one thing I’ve learnt on the farm –
It’s more than our miserable life’s worth
To let an old cow come to harm.