Here's a version I learned, don't remember where it's from:

GODSPEED THE PLOUGH

Let the wealthy and great
Live in splendor and state
I enby them not, I declare it
For I grow my own rams
My own ewes, my own lambs
And I shear my own fleece and I wear it

By plowing and sowing
By reaping and mowing
All natrue provides me with plenty
With a cellar well stored
And a bountiful board
And my garden affords every dainty

For here I am king
I can dance, drink, and sing

Let no one approach as a stranger
I'll hunt when it's quiet
Come on, let us try it
Dull thinking drives anyone crazy

I have lawns, I have bowers
I have fruits, I have flowers
And the lark is my morning alarmer
So all farmers now
Here's Godspeed the plough
Long life and success to the farmer
^^^
I'm sure that's been folk processed along the way, but there it is.