The Ploughboy

I am a jolly ploughboy and I'm ploughing up the fields all day, 'Til a silly little thought came into my head I thought I'd be away, For I'm tired of the dear old country life Since the day that I was born, So I've been and joined the army And I'm off tomorrow morn. Chorus: And hurrah for the scarlet and the green, Helmets glistening in the sun, And the bayonets flash like lightening to, The beating of the military drum. And there's a flag in dear old England, Floating proudly in the sky, And the watchword of our soldiers is, We'll conquer or we'll die.

2. I'll leave behind my pick and spade And I'll leave behind my plough, I'll leave behind my old grey mare I shall not need her now, And no more will I go harvesting Or gathering the golden corn, For I've been and joined the army And I'm off tomorrow morn. Chorus: 3. Well there's one thing that I'll leave behind And that's my Nelly dear, And I've promised I'll be true to her Whether I be far or near, And if ever I return again I'll let you all see me, For we're going to do the churchyard walk And a sergeants wife she'll be. Chorus: