Classic Poem

'Twas early one morning by the break of the day,
The cocks were a-crowing, the farmer did say,
"Now arise, my good fellows, now arise with good will,
Your horses are empty, their bellies to fill.'

So we jumped out of bed and put on our clothes,
And away to the stable so nimble we goes,
A-rubbing and a-scrubbing; I declare and I'll vow
We're all jolly fellows that follow the plough.

When six o'clock came we to breakfast did go
With a good bread and cheese and a burst of stingo,
Besides fill our pockets; I declare and I'll vow
We're all jolly fellows that follow the plough.

So we harness our horses and to plough we did go
With our hands in our pockets like a gentleman go.
When four o'clock came, our master came round,
Saying, "What have you been doing this long summer's day?
You've not ploughed an acre, I'll declare and I'll vow,
You're all idle fellows that follow the plough.'

The boy turned round and made his reply:
"O master, O master, what have you been saying?
What have you been saying? It is a big lie,
For we ploughed more than an acre, I'll declare and I'll vow,
We're all jolly fellows that follow the plough.'

The master turned round with a smile and a joke:
" 'Tis half-past four o'clock, boys, 'tis time to unyoke.
Unharness your horses and rub them down well,
And I'll give you a jug of the best of brown ale.'