Lyrics: Farmer Ferdinand Hudson

Now it is dawn and a new day is born,
but with a trail of despair.
The new day was shining but many had gone.
Farmer Ferdinand Hudson had lost much more than he'd won.
He sat by a table and cried in his rum.

The cobwebs hung heavy and dreary beside.
All that looked at him could barely decide.
He passed for one day so to sleep in that night.
And early that morning he died.