When his days work is done that he has to do,
Perhaps to some country walk he will go,
There with a sweet lass he will dance and sing,
And at night return with his lass back again.
And as they return from the walk in the town,
When the meadows is mowed and the grass is cut down,
If they chance for to tumble among the green hay,
It’s kiss me now or never the damsel will say.
Then he rises next morning to follow his team,
Like a jolly plowman so neat and so trim;