I'll work on the lyrics Danny. Here's a start.
Was such a sorry tale, the consequence forgotten,
Now the tatties lie, in the unploughed fields all rotten,
No schoolies there to lift, or squads of willing pickers,
The folks fae overseas, they could lift them quicker,
No volunteers to do the job, as in unison they bellow,
Ahm no doing that dirty work, besides yer wellies are yellow
(based on a true story)