The Plough Boy

The Plough Boy

A flaxen-headed cowboy, As simple as may be
And next a merry plough boy, I whistled oer the lea
But now a saucy footman, I strut in worsted lace
And soon I'll be a butler, And whey my jolly face.

When steward I'm promoted, I'll snip the tradesmens bill
My masters coffers empty, My pockets for to fill
When lolling in my charlot, So great a man I'll be
So great a man, So great a man, So great a man I'll be

You'll forget the little plough boy. Who whistled oer the lea
You'll forget the little plough boy. Who whistled oer the lea.

I'll buy votes at elections, And when Ive made the pelf
I'll stand poll for the parliament, And then vote in myself
Whetevers good for me, sir, I never will oppose
When all my ayes are sold off, Why then I'll sell my noes.

I'll joke, harangue and paragraph, With speeches charm the ear
And when I'm tired on my legs, Then I'll sit down a peer
In court or city honour, So great a man I'll be
So great a man, So great a man, So great a man I'll be

You'll forget the little plough boy, Who whistled oer the lea
You'll forget the little plough boy, Who whistled oer the lea.