Here's a strange one - a friend of mine collected a set of words allegedly done with a Gloucestershire Mummers Play. Now the play is a bit strange and I can't find any other versions of this song, so I suspect it is not traditional but composed.

Here are a couple of verses:

Through the hills and the valleys where I used to roam
Come follow, we follow, we follow the plough
With four fine horses hooked to the plough
We hollo, we follow the plough.

There's Bonny, Duke and Smiler and All Sorts at the rear
Four fine horses hooked to the plough
Up and down, round and round, many miles a day
We hollo, we follow the plough.

Does this ring any bells with anyone? Is it a poem from somewhere?

Tradsinger