Plough Monday Song - Farmer's Boy
The sun went down beyond yon hill, across the dreary moor
Weary and lame a boy there came up to a farmer’s door
Can you tell me if any there be that will give me employ:
To plough and sow, to reap and mow, to be a farmer’s boy,
To be a farmer’s boy
My father’s dead and mother’s left with her five children small
And what is worse for mother still I’m the eldest of them all
Though little I be I fear no work if you will me employ
To plough and sow, to reap and mow, to be a farmer’s boy,
To be a farmer’s boy
In course of time he grew a man and the poor old farmer died
He left the lad the farm he had, the daughter for his bride
The boy that was, now farmer is, he smiles and thinks with joy
That lucky day he came that way to be a farmer’s boy
To be a farmer’s boy
Weary and lame a boy there came up to a farmer’s door
Can you tell me if any there be that will give me employ:
To plough and sow, to reap and mow, to be a farmer’s boy,
To be a farmer’s boy
My father’s dead and mother’s left with her five children small
And what is worse for mother still I’m the eldest of them all
Though little I be I fear no work if you will me employ
To plough and sow, to reap and mow, to be a farmer’s boy,
To be a farmer’s boy
In course of time he grew a man and the poor old farmer died
He left the lad the farm he had, the daughter for his bride
The boy that was, now farmer is, he smiles and thinks with joy
That lucky day he came that way to be a farmer’s boy
To be a farmer’s boy
Sing Along With Anthony Curton Primary School Year 6
Arthur Randell
We know that the song "Farmer's Boy" was sung in the Marshland area in the early part of the 20th Century from the writing of Arthur Randell who grew up in the village of Wiggenhall St Mary Magdalen. Here is an exrract from his book "Sixty Years A Fenman":