Adam in the Garden was sent to keep it right
But the length of time he stayed there, I believe it was one night.
But all his own labour I call it not his due
For soon he lost his garden and went to hold the plough.
For Adam was a ploughman when ploughing first began
The next that did succeed him was Cain the eldest son.
Some of that generation the calling now pursue
That bread may not be wanting remains the painful plough.
Samson was the strongest man and Solomon was wise.
Alexander for to conquer was all his daily prize.
King David he was valiant and many thousands slew
But none of these brave heroes could live without the plough.
“Hold, Ploughman,” says the gardener, “don’t count your trade with ours
As you’re walking in the garden to view the early flowers.
There’s all the curious borders and pleasant walks to view
There is no such contentment promoted by the plough.
“Hold, Gardener,” says the ploughman, “our calling don’t despise
All men for their living, so in their trade relies
Were it not for the ploughman, both rich and poor must rue
For we are all dependent upon the painful plough.”
Behold the wealthy merchant that sails on foreign seas
To bring forth gold and treasure for those who live at ease,
That brings the fruit and spices, silks and dainties too
They are all brought from the Indies by virtue of the plough.
So come all you jolly ploughmen of courage stout and bold
That labour all the winter in stormy winds and cold
To cloak the fields in plenty your farmyards to renew
And plough them with contentment behold the faithful plough.