• The Painful Plough

    Come all you jolly ploughboys Of courage, stout and bold That labour all the winter Through stormy winds and cold.

  • The Oxen Ploughing

    Come all you sweet charmers and give me choice, There’s nothing to compare with a ploughboy’s voice. To hear the little ploughboy singing so sweet Makes the hills and the valleys around us to meet.

  • The Farmer’s Daughter

    A farmer’s daughter fair and gay, A young man came a-courting, He was a bold and a rakish blade, And soon gained her affection.

  • Harvest Home

    Come ye men, come ye maidens, to the harvest feast today, Bring your sickles and your wagons, bring your hearts so light and gay; For the corn is ripe and golden, and the reapers' work is done, And we'll crown the year with gladness when the harvest home is won.