Good beef to sell, we’ll all live well,
For there’s right good times a coming.
Lots of bulls with horns are being born,
Large buffaloes are standing,
New milk and cream will be made by steam,
And in Ireland pigs are lambing.
Though butchers’ meat to the poor’s a treat,
Just look at Ned and Nelly,
How they strut along, so says my song,
With a flashy back and hungry belly.