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T:The Oxen Ploughing
F:http://www.folkinfo.org/songs
B:Songs of the West by S. Baring-Gould.
S:Adam Landry.
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w:Prit hee lend your jo-cund voi ces, For to list- en we're a-greed; Come
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w:sing of songs the choic est, Of the life the plough-boys lead. There are
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w:none that live so merry As the plough- boy do- es in Spr ing *When he
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w:hears the sweet birds whist-le And the night-in-gales to sing.
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w:With my Hump-a long! Jump-a-long! Here drives my lad a-long!
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w:Pret-ty, Spark- le, Ber- ry Good-luck, Speed- well, Cher- ry!
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w:We are the lads that can fol-low the plou- gh, O
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w:we are the lads that can fol-low the plough.
W:Prithee lead your jocund voices,
W:For to listen we're agreed;
W:Come sing of songs the choicest,
W:Of the life the plough-boys lead.
W:There are none that live so merry
W:As the ploughboy does in Spring
W:When he hears the sweet birds whistle
W:And the nightingales to sing.
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W:With my Hump-a-long! Jump-a-long!
W:Here drives my lad along!
W:Pretty, Sparkle, Berry
W:Goodluck, Speedwell, Cherry!
W:We are the lads that can follow the plough.
W:O we are the lads that can follow the plough.
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W:For it's, O my little ploughboy
W:Come awaken in the morn,
W:When the cock upon the dunghill
W:Is a-blowing of his horn.
W:Soon the sun above Brown Willy,
W:With his golden face will show;
W:Therefore hasten to the linney
W:Yoke the oxen to the plough.
W:With my Hump-a-long! &c.
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W:In the heat of the daytime
W:It's but little we can do.
W:We will lie beside our oxen
W:For an hour, or for a two.
W:On the banks of sweet violets,
W:I'll take my noontide rest,
W:And it's I can kiss a pretty girl
W:As hearty as the best.
W:With my Hump-a-long! &c.
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W:When the sun at eve is setting
W:And the shadows fill the vale,
W:Then our throttles we'll be wetting,
W:With the farmer's humming ale.
W:And the oxen home returning
W:We will send into the stall.
W:Where the logs and turf are burning,
W:We'll be merry ploughboys all.
W:With my Hump-a-long! &c.
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W:O the farmer must have seed, sir's
W:Or I swear he cannot sow.
W:And the miller with his mill wheel
W:Is an idle man also.
W:And the huntsman gives up hunting,
W:And the trades'man stands aside,
W:And the poor man bread is wanting,
W:So 'tis we for all provide.
W:With my Hump-a-long! &c
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