M.W.Barley Collection (1949, Greasley)
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Whatton Plough Jag Play WHATTON, NOTTS.
In comes I, who has never been before,
There are six more of us standing at the door;
Some can whistle some can sing
By your consent they will walk in.
In comes I the farmer's man
Don't you see my whip in hand
I can set a rig (ridge) -
I can go and plough the land
And turn it upsite down.
Instead of the Flintham Beelzebub.
In comes I old ease-en squeeze-em,
Over my shoulder I carry my besom,
My arms are made of brass,
My legs are made of steel,
No man in England can make me feel.
(He is knocked down by a rod in a stocking
and attended by the doctor).
Good Master and good Mistress,
As you sit round your fire,
Please think of us poor plough boys
All in the mud and mire,
The mire it is so very deep,
The water runs so clear,
So remember us poor plough boys
With a jug of your best beer.
Misses Greasley
Whatton
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