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Title
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We're all jolly fellows that follow the plough
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Singer
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Faulkner, William
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
It was early one morning at the break of day,
The cocks were a crowing, the farmer did say -
'Come rise my good fellows! come, rise with good will,
For your horses want something their bellies to fill.'
Verse 2
When four o clock comes, boys, then up we all rise,
And into the stable boys, so merrily flies;
With rubbing and scrubbing, our horses, I vow,
We are all jolly fellows that follow the plough.
Verse 3
When six o clock comes at breakfast we meet,
And bread, beef and pork boys, so heartily eat;
With a piece in our pocket, I swear and I vow,
We are all jolly fellows that follow the plough.
Verse 4
We harness our horses and to plough then we go,
To see which of us the best furrow can show;
With our hands in our pockets we like gentlemen go,
And so nimbly we trip over the plain, boys, below.
Verse 5
Our master came to us and thus he did say -
'What have you been doing, boys, this long summer's day?
You have not ploughed an acre, I swear and I vow,
You are all idle fellows that follow the plough.'
Verse 6
I stepped up to him and I made this reply -
'We have all ploughed an acre, so you tell a d----d lie;
We have all ploughed an acre, I swear and I vow,
And we're all jolly fellows that follow the plough.'
Verse 7
He turned himself round and he laughed at the joke:
'It is past two o clock, boys, it's time to unyoke:
Un-harness your horses, and rub them down well,
And I'll give you a jug of the bonny brown ale.'
Verse 8
So come, all brave fellows, wherever you be,
Come, take this advice and be ruled by me;
So never fear your masters, I swear and I vow,
We are all jolly fellows that follow the plough.
