All the young fellers have gone to the factories
To learn their new trade making iron and steel
When they pick up their wages they'll wonder however
They managed on the money they made in the field

And it's all the young fellers have gone to the city
All the young fellers have gone to the town
Where they'll be earning nearly double the money
They ever earnt at the harrow and plough

And it's down in the valley the sound of a tractor
Young Jimmy Dickinson he sits at the wheel
But this time next week he'll be in some hot foundry
Casting the iron and rolling the steel

And it's all the young fellers have gone to the city
All the young fellers have gone to the town
Where they'll be earning nearly double the money
They ever earnt at the harrow and plough

Down in the hedgerow Billy Dowson is working
The blade of his sickle glints in the bright sun
But in less than an hour he'll pack up his gear
For his last day of working the land will be done

And it's all the young fellers have gone to the city
All the young fellers have gone to the town
Where they'll be earning nearly double the money
They ever earnt at the harrow and plough

Well you can't blame young 'uns for throwing the towel in
They'll be much better off making iron and steel
But the drift from the land, it will always continue
'Til the money gets better for the man in the field

And it's all the young fellers have gone to the city
All the young fellers have gone to the town
Where they'll be earning nearly double the money
They ever earnt at the harrow and plough