The Ploughman

Well, a plowman dresses fine, he drinks strong ale and wine
 And the best of tobacco he does smoke
 Pretty maids, don't think amiss a plowman for to kiss
 For his breath is as sweet as the rose, the rose
 For his breath is as sweet as the rose
 Well, a plowman in his shirt completely does his work
 And so loudly to the little boy does call
 Saying, "Be nimble and be quick with the swishing of your stick"
 And so merrily he rattles them along, along
 And do merrily he rattles them along
 When our shears are shod, to the blacksmith off we trod
 And so loudly to the blacksmith we do call
 Saying, "Be nimble and be quick, throw your blows in thick"
 And so merrily he'll swing his hammer 'round, around
 And so merrily he'll swing his hammer 'round
 When our shears are done, to the alehouse we do run
 And so loudly to the landlord we do call
 Saying, "Bring to us some beer, for while I am here"
 A plowman is always running dry, dry
 A plowman is always running dry
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