Текст (слова) песни: Sarah Brightman - The plough boy
A flaxen-headed cowboy, as simple as may be, And next a merry plough boy, I whistled o`er the lea; But now a saucy footman, I strut in worsted lace, And soon I`ll be a butler, and whey my jolly face.
When steward I`m promoted I`ll snip the tradesmen`s bill, My master`s coffers empty, my pockets for to fill. When lolling in my charlot so great a man I`ll be, So great a man, so great a man, so great a man I`ll be, You`ll forget the little plough boy who whistled o`er the lea. You`ll forget the little plough boy who whistled o`er the lea.
I`ll buy votes at elections, and when I`ve made the pelf, I`ll stand poll for the parliament, and then vote in myself. Whetever`s good for me, sir, I never will oppose: When all my ayes are sold off, why then I`ll sell my noes.
I`ll joke, harangue and paragraph, with speeches charm the ear, And when I`m tired on my legs, then I`ll sit down a peer. In court or city honour so great a man I`ll be, So great a man, so great a man, so great a man I`ll be, You`ll forget the little plough boy who whistled o`er the lea. You`ll forget the little plough boy who whistled o`er the lea.
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