Hard Times of Young England

An updating of a traditional English folk song, with apologies to Billy Bragg & Steeleye Span whose much superior versions inspired the creation of mine

Come all fellow graduates of two or three years

All those who are struggling to forge a career

And tell of your problems with measures austere

Saying O, the hard times of young England

For young England very hard times.

You’ve taken your place in the job centre queue

If you won’t do cold calling there’s no job for you

So what’s all the graduate talent to do?

Saying O, the hard times of young England

For young England very hard times.

You want to stay local to work and invest

In an outlying region that has caught your interest

But if you don’t live in London you’re rather hard pressed

Saying O, the hard times of young England

For young England very hard times.

Two months on the dole and your savings are spent

So it’s back to your parents’ to save on the rent

With youth unemployment at twenty percent

Saying O, the hard times of young England

For young England very hard times.

Your find yourself temping, which pays for your train

Was uni just three years of effort in vain?

But with some out there worse off you can hardly complain

Saying O, the hard times of young England

For young England very hard times.

You need more experience in business, they say

So you become an intern and work 9 hours a day

But you can’t work forever without any pay

Saying O, the hard times of young England

For young England very hard times.

For forty-five years baby boomers we learn

Their wages and pensions have toiled to earn

That we can’t buy their houses is not their concern

Saying O, the hard times of young England

For young England very hard times.

So now to conclude and to finish my song

Let’s hope that austerity need not last long

And I may soon have occasion for to alter my song

Singing O, such good times for young England

For young England very good times!