Classic Poem

On Christmas Day it happened so,
Down in those meadows for to plough,
As he was ploughing all on so fast,
Up came sweet Jesus himself at last.

" O man, O man, why dost thou plough
So hard upon Our Lord's birthday?"
The farmer answered him with great speed,
" For to plough this day I have got need."

Now his arms did quaver through and through,
His arms did quaver, he could not plough,
For the ground did open and lose him in,
Before he could repent of sin.

His wife and children's out of place,
His beasts and cattle they're almost lost,
His beasts and cattle they die away,
For ploughing on old Christmas Day.
His beasts and cattle they die away,
For ploughing on Our Lord's birthday.