Jolly Plough Boys

It was early one morning at the break of day
The farmer came to us and this he did say,
"Come rise up my fellows with the best of good will,
Your horses need something their bellies to fill."

When four o'clock comes, me boys, it's up we do rise
And off to the stables we merrily flies.
With a-rubbin' and scrubbin' our horses we'll go
For we're jolly fellows that follows the plough.

When six o'clock comes, me boys, at breakfast we'll meet
And cold beef and pork we'll heartily eat.
With a piece in our pockets, to the fields we do go
For we're jolly fellows that follows the plough.

The farmer came to us and this he did say,
"What have you been doing this long summer's day?
You've not ploughed your acre, I'll swear and I'll vow,
You're all lazy fellows that follows the plough."

Then up spoke our carter and this did he cry,
"We have all ploughed our acre, you tell us a lie.
We've all ploughed our acre, I'll swear and I'll vow.
We're jolly fellows that follows the plough."

Then up spoke the farmer and laughed at the joke,
"Oh's it's gone half past two boys, it's time to unyoke.
Unharness your horses and rub them down well
And I'll give you a jug of my very best ale."

So come all you young ploughboys,
where e're you may be,
Come take this advice and be ruled by me.
Never fear any master, where e're you may go,
For we're jolly fellows that follows the plough.

For we're jolly fellows that follows the plough.
For we're jolly fellows that follows the plough.
For we're jolly fellows that follows the plough.
For we're jolly fellows that follows the plough.