Lyr. Add: THE PLOUGHMAN'S SONG
Anon.

It was early one morn at the break of day;
The cocks were a-crowing. The farmer did say:
'Come arise, my good fellows, arise with goodwill,
For your 'osses are waiting their bellie to fill'.
2
When four o'clock comes round, we hastily rise
And into the stable we merrily fly;
A-brushing and a-rubbing away we do go,
For we're all jolly fellows that follow the plough.
3
When six o'clock comes round at breakfast we meet;
We sit round the table and heartedly eat.
A bit in our pocket and away we do go,
For we're all jolly fellows that follow the plough.
4
The farmer comes round; as he does he will say:
'Wheer 'ast tha bin all on this fine day?
You 'aven't ploughed one acre, I'll swear and I'll vow.
You're all idle fellows that follow the plough'.
5
The wag'ner stepped out and he made this reply:
'What you have said is a jolly big lie.
We've all ploughed one acre, I'll swear and I'll vow.
We're all jolly fellows that follow the plough'.
6
The farmer turned round and he laughed at the joke.
He said: ''S gone two o'clock, lads, it's time to unyoke,
Unharness them 'osses and rub them down well,
And I'll bring you a pint of my very best ale'.

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