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Book TitleAuthorDateNotes
Song TitleAll jolly fellows that follow the plough
Roud No.346
Collected FromLockley, Alfred
Collected ByWhitlock, Ralph
Alternative Title
Source PrimaryWAM, 1943 Vol. 50 p 283 - 285
Source SecondaryWhitlock, R: Folklore of Wiltshire, 1976, p 175, 176
Song Lyrics
Verse 1

It was early one morning by the break of the day,
The were a-crowing, the farmer did say,
'Come all you bold fellows, come rise with good will,
Your horses want something their bellies to fill.'

Verse 2

When four o'clock comes, then up we do rise,
And into the stable, boys, nimbly we flies,
With rubbing and scrubbing our horses, I vow,
We are all jolly fellows that follows the plough.

Verse 3

Then six o'clock comes; to breakfast we meet,
With beef, bread and port we so heartily eat,
With a piece in our pocket, I'll swear and I'll vow,
We are all jolly fellows that follows the plough.

Verse 4

When seven o'clock comes, then to harness we goes -
Hops over the Plain, boys, as nimble as does,
And when we get there we are jolly and bold,
To see which of us the straight furrow can hold.

Verse 5

Our master came to us, and this he did say,
'What have you been doing this long summer's day?
You ain't plough one acre, I swear and I vow,
You are all lazy fellows that follows the plough.'

Verse 6

I stepped up to him, and I made this reply,
'We have all ploughed one acre, so you tell a lie.'
Our master turned to us and laughed at the joke:
'It's past two o'clock boys, it's time to unyolk.

Verse 7

Unharness your horses and rub them down well,
And I'll give you a jug of bonny brown ale.'
So ne'er fear your masters. I swear and I vow,
We are all jolly fellows that follows the plough.
Print Song Lyrics
Ralph Whitlock - 'When singing this song, which he did regularly at local festivals, Mr Lockley would raise his glass of ale and give the following toast:

The inside of a loaf and the outside of a jail,
A pund of beefsteak and a pot of good ale.
Here's to the crow that sits on the plough -
If he ben't got off, he's on there now.'

Transcribed and edited by Chris Wildridge, 2008.



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