^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ When four o'colock comes, me boys, it's up we do rise And off to the stables we merrily flies. With a-rubbin' and scrubbin' our horses we'll go For we're all jollly fellows that follows the plough. When six o' clock comes, me boys, at breakfast we'll meet, And cold beef and pork we'll heartily eat. With a piece in our pockets, to the fields we do go For we're all jolly fellows that follows the plough. The farmer and this he did say, What have you been doing this lo (chordiearchive.chordie.com)