Lyrics:
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
An October's day, towards evening
Sweat-embossed veins standing proud to the plough
Salt on a deep chest
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
An October's day, towards evening
Sweat-embossed veins standing proud to the plough
Salt on a deep chest
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
An October's day, towards evening
Sweat-embossed veins standing proud to the plough
Salt on a deep chest
The girl I love waits for me now
She'll be standing by the well
She may have to wait until it's dry
Because I am off to hell
Speed the Plough
Fingers callus from the plough
Wrinkled weather beating brow
Streak of silver in the hair
Mhm face of despair
A back that's bent from years of toil
[PROF. JONES:] Good evening.
One of the main elements in any assessment of the medieval open-field farming system is the availability of plough
been so happy because you never mourn
Now there’s happiness within my heart and semen on my corn
Oh my Deere when you’re near I wanna plough your land
Rise up the Starry Plough
In James Connolly's name
Rise up the Starry Plough
For his glory and his fame
He joined the Transport Union
So the workers
I'm a snow plough
I must now plough on
I'm a snow plough
I'm a settler's son
I'm a storm cloud
Rain myself all over the place
I'm a storm cloud
A flaxen-headed cowboy, as simple as may be,
And next a merry plough boy, I whistled o'er the lea;
But now a saucy footman, I strut in worsted
God speed the plough
This soul severed all
The tendons that tied the hound
It gnaws
The sores
cnd draws
The flood that cascades
cnd clouds
The wells
you're here to stay or just to have a look around (I need to)
Plough and plant my fragile seeds into a fertile ground (I need to)
Know if you're here
eden entgegen
Und wenn es dann doch weh tut sind die Folgen uns halt völlig gegeben
Again we plough on drinking right into the night
We follow the signs
Unstable under scrutiny
I've been running trying to stay upright
Heavy loads plough deeper rows
Staying busy equilibrium is killing me
Confessing animal
in Texas and all wearin' jeans
I'm a country plough-boy, not a urban cowboy
And I don't ride bulls but I have fought some men
Drive a pickup
in Texas and all wearin' jeans
I'm a country plough-boy, not a urban cowboy
And I don't ride bulls but I have fought some men
Drive a pickup
Better Than I Turned Out To Be
I've Lived This Life Behind The Plough And Harrow
In My Next Life I'll Make You Proud Of Me
The Muscles In His Arms
from the clear day light till the dawn
And you never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn
My shoes they are well worn and my stockings they
blood shot eyes
The atomic plough digs up the ground
400 miles an hour, drawn by Satan's hound
The atomic plough quakes the earth
1000 decibels
that your mother used to sing
A tale as true as iron
True as earth upon the plough
Blew upon the embers of a dream
My folk have worked these fields for
Mwanie
Got it from the mud I can always show you how
How I beat the odds with the devil on the plough
Look into my eyes if you wanna see me now
How
and a man who says, "So here you are--the boy who broke the plough,
who struck his father down, who told us to be damned
and betrayed us to the Englishman!"
of the ploughboy's praise and unto you I'll relate the same,
He whistles and sings and drives his plough,
the brave ploughboy.
So early in the morning the ploughboy
captain's daughter —
Sir Joseph.
And a lord who rules the water —
Josephine. (aside)
And a tar who ploughs the water!
All.
Let the air with joy be laden,
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