Analysis of The Farmer's Lament

'The backbone of the country and the salt of all the earth'
 That was how they styled us when the farmer had his worth.
 But what's his valuation now, when times are pretty thin?
Chorus:
 Two bob a dozen, an' the garments given in.
Solo:
We made the country's money an' we paid the country's way,
We raised the wealth for cities from the farm thro' many a day;
But what's the price of farmers now the profits disappeared?
Chorus:
 Two bob a dozen, an' a bonus on the beard.
Solo:
 They'll pay to patch machinery or cure old Dobbin's sprain;
 But they cannot spare a stiver when the farmer gets a pain;
  For what's the use o' mendin' him when all he's valued at
Chorus:
Is two bob a dozen, if he's nice an' prime an' fat.
Solo:
But the farmer ain't repinin', tho' his price is down an' out.
There's a good time  comin' soon without the smallest doubt;
But, till the world wins sanity, he's got to be content
Chorus:
With two bob a dozen, cash with order ten per cent.