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The Ploughman he's a bony lad,
His mind is ever true, jo,
His garters knit below his knee,
His bonnet it is blue, jo.

ch. Then up wi't a', my
'Twas an afternoon in a wet July
Oh I was hungry and I was dry
And in a pub called The Ivy Bunch
The landlord served me a ploughman's lunch

Landlord
Gimme some cheese, please
Lov-er-ly cheese.
Gimme some cheese, please
Wonderful cheese.
I could make a ploughman’s lunch:
Lovely grub!
Munch, munch,
paths to glide:

NOW the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fordone.

And we fairies,
You'll walk unscathed through musket fire
No ploughman's blade will cut thee down
No cutlass wound will mark thy face
And you will be my ain true
You'll walk unscathed through musket fire
No ploughman's blade will cut thee down
No cutlass wound will mark thy face
And you will be my ain true
I am a ploughman and I plough my earth
I get my pay from the earth I serve
A little corn and a glass of wine
I want no more 'cause this life is
Who saw the fences falling?
Who broke the ploughman's bread?
Who heard the winter calling?
Who wore the tailor's thread?

How many sheaves were
Who saw the fences falling
Who broke the ploughman's bread
Who heard the winter calling
Who wore the tailor's thread

How many sheaves were
will send for the jolly ploughman to plough up the ground.
See the boy with his whip and the man to his plough
Here's a health to the jolly ploughman
Who saw the fences falling?
Who broke the ploughman's bread?
Who heard the winter calling?
Who wore the tailor's thread?

How many sheaves were
Who saw the fences falling
Who broke the ploughman's bread
Who heard the winter calling
Who wore the tailor's thread
How many sheaves were
Who saw the fences falling
Who broke the ploughman's bread
Who heard the winter calling
Who wore the tailors thread
How many sheaves were counted
We were chopping the wood and delegating the chores
A Suffolk Punch has a bit more tickle
But a ploughman's lunch has a lot more pickle
The horses got
were chopping the wood and delegating the chores
A Suffolk Punch has a bit more tickle
But a ploughman's lunch has a lot more pickle
Born in a barn
Born
Who saw the fences falling
Who broke the ploughman's bread
Who heard the winter calling
Who wore the tailor's thread

How many sheaves were
he swears, as he climbs he dares
To deliver 
The master stroke

Ploughman, "waggoner will" and types
Politician with senatorial pipe, he's
he swears, as he climbs he dares
To deliver 
The master stroke

Ploughman, "waggoner will" and types
Politician with senatorial pipe, he's
to a hungry beast
I knelt beside a ploughman's daughter
Whose thirst never seemed to cease
The gateway to the wicked led the lost under their wing
Silence
This is just code to decipher
Found my ploughman, chased the piper.

That ended up.
That's all now.
These are the ones who talk.
Never a lick,
at all?

Once a ploughman hitched his team
Here he sowed his little dream
Bodies, arms and legs are strewn
Where mustard gas and barbwire bloom
Each
tinker or come tailor
Come fiddler, come dancer
Come ploughman or come sailor
Come rich man, come poor man
Come fool or come witty
Come any man at all
the work of the weavers

The ploughman lads they mock us and sling the mud about
They call us mean and thin-faced bleached-like clouts
But yet for all their
at all?

Once a ploughman hitched his team
Here he sowed his little dream
Bodies, arms and legs are strewn
Where mustard gas and barbwire bloom
Each

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