The north wind doth blow
All our money did go
To keep greedy bankers in style O!

So keep yourselves warm
Oot there in the barn
As the wind whistles o’er the moor O!

The cupboard is empty
The shelves are bare
And all we do is sit and stare
At a dark, blank telly
Tucked under the stair
As the bankers continue to feast O!