This is based on a tale we found on a public information board at Black Pit Lock 9 on the canal in Hebden Bridge (coincidentally, the same lock that our last band was named after). It tells of the theft of oats (what we’re naming the new band after) from a canal barge and the subsequent miscarriage of justice.

The baritone ukulele line I’m murdering is something that I was noodling with a week or so ago, and seemed to fit.