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Thread #133050   Message #3014500
Posted By: Q (Frank Staplin)
24-Oct-10 - 04:33 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Add: The Ploughman's Song
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Ploughman's Song
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They rise with the morning lark,
And labour till almost dark;
Then folding their sheep, they hasten to sleep;
While every pleasant park
Next morning is ringing with birds that are singing,
On each green, tender bough.
With what content, and merriment,
Their days are spent, whose minds are bent
To follow the useful plow.
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This stuff obviously written by city folk who wouldn't know a plow from the horse. A lot of this romanticized twaddle written during the 19th C.