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It was early one morn at the break of the day; The cocks were a-crowing. The farmer did say: 'Come arise, my good fellows, arise with goodwill, For you 'osses are waiting their bellie to fill'. 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. When six o'clock comes round at breakfast we meet; We sit round the table and heartily eat. A bit in our pocket and away we do go, For we're all jolly fellows that follow the plough. 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'. 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'. 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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The ploughman's song is perhaps the most widely known of all farm-workers' songs. This song's lasting appeal derives from its realistic depiction of the ploughman's routine, cornbined with its perhaps more idealized representation of the spirited stand taken against an unfair employer in the 1860s. |
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