All Jolly Fellows That Follow the Plough

All jolly fellows that follow the plough,
We'll have a good ale, and we'll make a good row.
We rise in the morning by five o'clock,
And soon we're all harnessed and yoked to the plough.
Our horses are trudging, our whips they do crack,
Good luck to the ploughboys, we’re all coming back.

When six o’clock comes, then off we do go,
To yoke up our horses and fetch out the plough.
Our lass she comes to us and brings us a bit,
We all sit down together, and merrily we eat.

Our master he comes to us and thus he does say:
“What have you been doing, my lads, all the day?”
We tell him we’ve done all we possibly can.
"We’re all jolly fellows and follow the plough."

When work it is done, to the alehouse we steer,
To drink off our beer, boys, and sing with good cheer.
We drink and we laugh and we banish all strife,
We wish all good fellows a jolly good life.