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Title
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Vly be on the turmot
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Singer
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Unknown
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
I be a turmot hoer from Wiltshire I came.
My parents be hard working folk, Bill Simpkins is my name.
Twas on a summer's morning about the middle of May,
When I took me hoe and off did go some twenty miles away.
Chorus
For the vly, the vly,
The vly be on the turmot,
For it's all my eye for we to try
To keep vly off the turmot.
Verse 2
Now some be fond o' hay making and some be fond of mowing,
But if all the trades as I likes best gie I the turmot hoein'
The first place As I went to work I took it by the job,
But if I'd a-known a little afore, I'd sooner been in a quod.
Chorus
Verse 3
My being a smartish young chap I soon got higher place,
Like any Turk I went to work and took it by the piece.
I gaily hoed right cheerfully for old Farmer Glower,
Who vowed and swored as how I were a famous turmot hoer.
Chorus
Verse 4
In winter I drives oxen about the fields a-ploughin'
To get the furrows straight and clean, just ready for turmot hoein',
And when the frost bars up the weald with dung cart I be goin'
For without manure 'tis certain sure no turmot will be growin'.
Chorus
