Farmer pat lives on his fertile land

with a goverment subsidy always to hand

paid o avoid toil and graft

in his luxurious farmhouse free from draft

Singing a song as he goes along

here a subsidy there a subsidy everywhere a

subsidy

He pops out in the cold and rain

To count his new born subsidies and then he

pops back home again

Waiting for the postman to come his way

To reward him for being a farmer every day

from monday to subsidy