The Ballad of Foot-and-Mouth
One-ery, Two-ery, Ziccary, Zeven,
Hollow-bone, Crack-a-bone, Ten-or-eleven,
Spin, Spun, It-must-be-done
So they push them up - the ewes,
the wethers, the lambs, the tups -
With their yellow dozers like flowers o
Eena, Deena, Dina, Dust,
Catt'lla, Jweena, Wina, Wust
With their yellow dozers like flowers o
The ewes, the half-grown lambs, the tups
in mountains now with their legs stiff up
Ein, Tein, Tethra, Methera, Pimp,
Awfus, Daufus, Deefus, Dumfus, Dix
In mountains now with their legs stiff up
The wethers, the half-grown lambs, the ewes
And what is motherhood now o
One-ery, Two-ery, Ziccary, Zeven,
Hollow-bone, Crack-a-bone, Ten-or-Eleven,
Spin, Spun, It-must-be-done
And what is motherhood now o
as the ash smoulders in the backs of our throats
of the ewes, the wethers, the half-grown lambs
And the moors all empty but for the wind
that moans as it licks at the dry stone walls
And that's your motherhood now o
Spin, Spun, It-must-be-done,
Twiddledum, Twaddledum, Twenty-one