The useful plough

Lyrics

A country life is sweet In moderate cold and heat To walk in the air, how pleasant and fair In ev'ry field of wheat The fairest of flowers adorning the bowers And ev'ry meadow's brow; So that, I say, no courtier may Compare with them who clothe in grey And follow the useful plough They rise with the morning lark And labour till almost dark Then folding their sheep, they hasten to sleep While ev'ry pleasant park Next morning is ringing with birds that are singing On each green tender bough; With what content and merriment Their days are spent, whose minds are bent To follow the useful plough