Cornwall Fields

CORNWALL

Devon Fields

DEVON

Dorset Fields

DORSET

Somerset Fields

SOMERSET

OTHER REGIONS

  • The Lark in the Morning

    The lark in the morning she rises from her nest, She mounts into the air with the dew on her breast. ’Twas down in yonder meadow I carelessly did stray, For there’s no-one like the ploughboy in the merry month of May.

  • 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 Painful Plough

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

  • The Ploughboy

    It’s of a pretty ploughboy was ploughing on the plain, His horses stood beneath the shade; Down in yonder grove he went whistling to his plough, When by chance there he met a pretty maid.

  • The Ploughshare

    The sun has gone down and the sky it looks red, The ploughshare is turning the ground where I’ve led; The furrows I make as I follow the plough, Are the marks of my labour, my sweat on my brow.

  • The Saucy Ploughboy

    I am a saucy ploughboy, all day I plough the land, And when the day is over I am the jolliest in the land. I’ve got a bonnie lassie who lives just down the way, She’s all the pretty girlies I see in the day.

  • The Shepherd Boy

    How happy is the little child Who tends his flock alone, While o’er him spreads the silent sky And peace is all his own.

  • The Spotted Cow

    One morning in the month of May As from my cot I strayed Just at the dawning of the day I met a charming maid. Just at the dawning of the day I met a charming maid.

  • The Thresher Man

    I am a jolly thresherman, I work both late and soon, To try and earn my living in the cold and frost of noon. The farmer he comes up to me and this to me does say: “My lad, if you will thresh for me, I’ll see you well repaid.”

Where the Songs were collected

The Painful Plough
Come all you jolly ploughboys Of courage, stout and bold That labour all the winter Through stormy winds and cold. [...]
Bonny labouring Boy
It was early one May morning down in some shady grove I heard a lovely maid complain so grieved as I've been told 'Oh cruel were my parents, they do me so annoy [...]
Mowing the Barley
It's of a lawyer as you shall hear A-riding through the city There he beheld a damsel fair Most beautiful and pretty. [...]
The Spotted Cow
One morning in the month of May As from my cot I strayed Just at the dawning of the day I met a charming maid. Just at the dawning of the day I met a charming maid. [...]
Golden Glove
A wealthy young squire of Tamworth you hear He courted a nobleman's daughter so fair All for to be married it was their intent Her friends and relations had given consent. [...]
Cupid the Pretty Ploughboy
As I walked out one May morning when may was all in bloom I went into the meadows to taste the sweet perfume I went into the flowery fields to turn my head a while Where I saw Kilpit the pretty ploughing boy, who did my heart beguile. [...]
The Farmer's Boy
The sun went down beyond you hill, across you dreary moor Weary and lane a boy there came up to the farmer's door 'Can you tell me if any there be that will give me employ For to plough and sow, for to reap and mow, and be a farmer's boy And be a farmer's boy?' [...]
John Barleycorn
There were three men came from the west Their fortunes for to try And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn should die [...]
Buttercup Joe
Now I be a true-bred country chap, me father comes from Fareham Me mother got some more like I an’ her well knows how to rare [rear] ’em Some people calls I bacon-fat and others turnip ’ead But I can prove I bain’t no calf although I’m country bred.[...]
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. [...]
The Jolly Waggoner
When first I went a-waggoning, a-waggoning I did go, I filled me parents’ hearts with sorrow, grief, and woe. And many are the hardships that I have since gone through, But I’m still a jolly waggoner and wear a jacket blue. [...]
The Lark in The Morning
The lark in the morning she rises from her nest, She mounts into the air with the dew on her breast. ’Twas down in yonder meadow I carelessly did stray, For there’s no-one like the ploughboy in the merry month of May. [...]
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 Painful Plough
Come all you jolly ploughboys Of courage, stout and bold That labour all the winter Through stormy winds and cold [...]
Mare and the Foal
I will tell you of a story that has lately come to pass, Of a cruel young farmer and his mare and her foal so fast [...]
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 [...]
The Thresherman
I am a jolly thresherman, I work both late and soon, To try and earn my living in the cold and frost of noon [...]
Turnit hoer
Oh! I be a turnit hoer, from Zummerzetshire I came. My parents is hard working volks, Giles Webster be my name [...]
Roger Rough
I’m Roger Rough, a ploughman, A ploughman’s son am I, And like my thirsty father, My throttle’s always dry [...]
God Speed the Plough
Let the wealthy and great Roll in splendor and state, I envy them not, I declare it.
The Ploughboy
It’s of a pretty ploughboy was ploughing on the plain, His horses stood beneath the shade; Down in yonder grove he went whistling to his plough, When by chance there he met a pretty maid [...]
The Farmer’s Daughter
As I was a-walking one morning fair, I met a farmer’s daughter so sweet and rare, She asked me to tarry, she asked me to stay, But I’m but a ploughboy and must be away [...]
A Nutting We Will Go
'Tis of a jolly ploughing-man, Was ploughing of his land He called Ho! He called Wo! And bade his horses stand [...]
Brisk Young Ploughboy
Twas of a brisk young ploughboy, come listen to this refrain And join with me in chorus and sing the ploughboy’s praise [...]