I will go with my father a-ploughing
To the green field by the sea
And the rooks and the crows and the seagulls
Will come flocking after me
I will sing to the patient horses
With the lark in the white of the air
And my father will sing the plough-song
My father will sing the plough-song
That blesses the cleaving share
I will go with my father a-sowing
To the red field by the sea
And the rooks and the gulls and the starlings
Will come flocking after me
I will sing to the striding sowers
With the finch on the greening sloe
And my father will sing the seed-song
My father will sing the seed-song
That only the wise men know
I will go with my father a-reaping
To the brown field by the sea
And the geese and the crows and the children
Will come flocking after me
I will sing to the tan-faced reapers
With the wren in the heat of the sun
And my father will sing the scythe song
My father will sing the scythe song
That joys for the harvest done