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| The Plough Boy (Sarah Brightman) |
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A flaxen-headed cowboyas simple as may be
And next a merry plough boyI whistled o'er the lea;
But now a saucy footmanI strut in worsted lace
And soon I'll be a butlerand whey my jolly face.
When steward I'm promoted I'll snip the tradesmen's bill
My master's coffers emptymy pockets for to fill.
When lolling in my charlot so great a man I'll be
So great a manso great a manso great a man I'll be
You'll forget the little plough boy who whistled o'er the lea.
You'll forget the little plough boy who whistled o'er the lea.
I'll buy votes at electionsand when I've made the pelf
I'll stand poll for the parliamentand then vote in myself.
Whetever's good for mesirI never will oppose:
When all my ayes are sold offwhy then I'll sell my noes.
I'll jokeharangue and paragraphwith speeches charm the ear
And when I'm tired on my legsthen I'll sit down a peer.
In court or city honour so great a man I'll be
So great a manso great a manso great a man I'll be
You'll forget the little plough boy who whistled o'er the lea.
You'll forget the little plough boy who whistled o'er the lea.
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