This is a real Victorian era Christmas song.....from May Bradley On Christmas day it happened so On Christmas day it happened so Down in those meadows for to plough As he were ploughing all on so fast Up came sweet Jesus hisself at last "Oh man, oh man, what makes thou plough So hard upon our Lord's birthday?" The farmer answered him with great speed "For to plough this day I have got need." Now his arms did quaver through and through His arms did quaver, he could not plough For the ground did open and loose him in Before he could repent of sin. His wife and children's out of place His beasts and cattle they're almost lost His beasts and cattle they die away For ploughing on old Christmas day Now his beasts and cattle they die away For ploughing on our Lord's birthday.
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