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
	(break)
	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