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Title
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Jolly plough boy
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Singer
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Squarey, Lavinia Mary Mrs.
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
There were two loving brothers, two bretheren were born,
Two bretheren whose trades we still keep;
The one was a ploughman, a planter of corn,
The other a tender of sheep.
Verse 2
Come all jolly plough boys, come help me for to sing,
I'll sing in the praise of the plough;
For though we must labour from summer to spring,
We all will be merry boys now.
Verse 3
We've hired, we've mired, through mire and through clay,
No pleasure at all could we find;
Now we'll laugh, dance and sing, and drive care away,
No more in this land to repine.
Verse 4
Here's April, here's May, here's June and July,
Tis a pleasure to see the corn grow;
In August we'll moil it, shear low and reap high,
And bind up our scythes for to mow.
Verse 5
So now we have gathered up every sheaf,
And scraped up every ear;
We'll make no more to do, but to plough and to sow,
And provide for the very next year.
