God speed the plough

Let the wealthy and great
Roll in splendor and state,
I envy them not, I declare it.
I eat my own lamb,
My chickens and ham,
I shear my own sheep and I wear it.
I have lawns, I have bowers,
I have fruits, I have flowers,
The lark is my morning alarmer.
So jolly boys now,
Here’s God speed the plough!
Long life and success to the farmer!