It was early one morning at the break of the day
The cocks they were crowing and the farmer did say,
Come arise me jolly fellows arise with good will,
Your horses want something their bellies to fill.
When four o’clock came boys, it’s up we did rise
And off to the stables we merrily flies.
With rubbin’ and scrubbin’ our horses we go
For we’re all jolly fellows that follows the plough.
When six o’ clock came boys, at breakfast we met,
With cold beef and pork we heartily ate.
With a piece in our pockets, I’ll swear and I’ll vow
And we’re all jolly fellows that follows the plough.
Our master came to us and thus he did say,
What have you been doing boys all this long day?
You’ve not ploughed your acre, I’ll swear and I’ll vow,
That you’re all lazy fellows that follows the plough!
Our carter turned around and thus did reply,
We have all ploughed our acre, you told us a lie.
We’ve all ploughed our acre, I’ll swear and I’ll vow,
We are all jolly fellows that follows the plough
Our master turn round and he laughed at the joke,
It’s past two o’clock, 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 all you young men where so ever you be
Come take this advice and be ruled by me
Never fear your good masters wherever you go,
For we’re all jolly fellows that follows the plough.
Éaspringstede 