Ploughman, ploughman, plough me a field
Turn me an acre of land
Ploughman, ploughman, harrow the ground
Drill in the seed and roll it down
For the year will turn and the spring come round
And the seed will grow
Shine the sun and rain the rain
Fall the shivery snow
Frost and hail and wind again
As the year will go
Farmer, Farmer, the field is ripe