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.
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.
Twas of a brisk young ploughboy, come listen to this refrain And join with me in chorus and sing the ploughboy’s praise. My song is of the ploughboy’s praise and unto you I’ll relate the same, He whistles and sings and drives his plough, the brave ploughboy.
As I walked out to mow one morn, So early as I walked along, I heard a fair maid making her moan, She wept most bitterly.
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.
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
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