Their morality

4 days ago by @oatsg · @oatst

Liner Notes

This is based on a tale we found on a public information board at Black Pit Lock 9 on the canal in Hebden Bridge (coincidentally, the same lock that our last band was named after). It tells of the theft of oats (what we’re naming the new band after) from a canal barge and the subsequent miscarriage of justice.

The baritone ukulele line I’m murdering is something that I was noodling with a week or so ago, and seemed to fit.

Lyrics

Cupboards were bare
Grumbling tums
Down the ginnel he was
With oats to sell

The law has no morals
No rights for wrong
They came for her
She'd done nothing wrong

Babies freezing
No warmth tonight
Nothing on their backs
But these Hessian sacks

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