Old Mr. Labour had a scheme, E I E I O, To tax the farms where families dream, E I E I O. With a tax slap here and a tax slap there, Here a slap, there a slap, everywhere a tax slap, Old Mr. Labour thought he'd take a share, E I E I O. But the farmers small were not so daft, E I E I O, They saw right through Mr. Labour's craft, E I E I O. With a protest sign here and a rally cry there, Here a sign, there a cry, everywhere a sign high, Farmers marched and they chanted with flair, E I E I O....