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Posted by IONA English folk correspondent, 7th Apr 2006
Come all you jolly plough boys and listen to me,
I'll sing in the praise of you all,
For if we don't labour how shall we get bread?
Let's sing and be merry withal.
Here's April, here's May, here's June and July,
What pleasure to see the corn grow,
In August we moil it, we reap, sheath and tie,
And go down with our scythes for to mow.
Then when we have laboured and reaped ev'ry sheaf,
And glean-ed up every ear,
We'll make no more to-do but to plough we will go,
To provide for the very next year.
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