Bound to go Astray

History shows us Hispters and beards were already well acquainted

Sung to the tune 'Botany Bay'

Farewell to food choices forever

Farewell to small producers as well

Farewell to the artisans of yesterday

Cos we’ve hurried their certain death knell

Singing we’re headed toward calamity

Singing we’ll all suffer dismay

Singing we’re headed toward ruination

And we’re bound to go astray

There's the captains of industry a-steering

There’s the shareholders and stakeholders too

But the poor old producers in the fields

being robbed of their hard-earned due

Taint selling their wares I think about
Taint cos I worry bout whats fair and whats right
But because of a big bad duopoly
It keeps me awake all through the night

These many long years I've been watching
And for how many more I cannot say
realizing cheaper foods are transported from
Lands that are many miles away

Oh had I the influence of high office
I'd decree to all in our land
remove the jackboot from our farmers necks
and put the money back into his hand

Now to all my kin and my countryfolk
Take warning from what I've got to say
be careful in what you’re a-purchasing
Or you're bound to go astray