All Jolly Fellows that follow the Plough

That was early one morn at the break of the day
The cockerels were crowing the farmer did say
Come rise my good fellows come rise with good will
Be your horses want something their bellies to fill.

For when four o'clock comes then up we arise
And down to the stables so merrily flies
With rubbing and scrubbing our horses I vow
We're all jolly fellows that follows the plough.

When six o'clock comes at breakfast we meet
With bread, beef and pork boys, we heartily will eat
With a piece in our pocket, I'll swear and I vow
We're all jolly fellows that follows the plough.

And we harness our horses and away we do go
Tripping over the plain boys as nimbly as dough
And when we get there so jolly and bold
To see which of us a straight furrow can hold.

Our master came to us and this he did say
What have you been doing, this long summer's day?
You've not ploughed an acre I'll swear and I vow
You're all idle fellows that follow the plough.

Well I stepped up to him and made this reply
We've all ploughed an acre so you've told a dammed lie
We've all ploughed an acre, and I'll swear and I vow
We're all jolly fellows that follow the plough.

He turned himself round and he laughed at his joke
It's gone two o'clock boys, its time to unyoke
Unharness your horses and rub them down well
For you're all jolly fellows that follows the plough.

So all you young fellows where ever you be
Take my advice and be ruled by me
Never fear your own master and then he will vow
That you're all jolly fellows that follows the plough.

Song quoted by Q, in full