Samson was the strongest man, and Solomon was wise, And Alexander conquering, he made the world his prize, King David was a valiant man, and many thousands slew, Yet none of all these heroes bold could live without the plough. 3 Behold the wealthy merchant, that trades on foreign seas, And brings home gold and treasure, for such as live at ease, With spices and with cinnamon, and oranges also, They're brought us from the Indies, by virtue of the plough. 4 I hope there's none offended at me for singing this, For never I intended to sing you ought amiss. And if you well consider, you'll find the saying true, That all mankind dependeth upon the painful plough. No. 62 AT THE SETTING OF THE SUN C.J.S. [Music] 1 Come all you young fellows that carry a gun, Beware of late shooting when daylight is done; For 'tis little you reckon what hazards you run, I shot my true love at the setting of the sun In a shower of rain as my darling did hie All under the bushes to keep herself dry, With her head in her apron I thought her a swan, And I shot my true love at the setting of the sun. 2 I'll fly from my country, I nowhere find rest I've shot my true love, like a bird in her nest. Like lead on my heart lies the deed I have done, I shot my true love at the setting of the sun. In a shower, etc. 3 In the night the fair maid as a white swan appears, She says, O my true love, quick dry up your tears, I freely forgive you, I have Paradise won, I was shot by my love at the setting of the sun. In a shower, etc. 4 O the years as they pass leave me lonely and sad, I can ne'er love another, and naught makes me glad. I wait and expect till life's little span done I meet my true love at the rising of the sun In a shower, etc. No. 63 JOLLY FELLOWS THAT FOLLOW THE PLOUGH C.J.S. [Music] 1 'Twas early one morning at breaking of day, The cocks were a crowing, the farmer did say, Come, arise, my good fellows, arise with good will, For your horses want something their bellies to fill. With rubbing and scrubbing, I swear and I vow, That we're all jolly fellows that follow the plough. 2 We jump'd out of bed and slipp'd into our clothes, Away to the stable each merrily goes. When six o'clock cometh, to breakfast we go, To good bread and cheese and the best of stingo. With rubbing and scrubbing, I swear and I vow, That we're all jolly fellows that follow the plough. 3 When seven o'clock soundeth to work we do go, We hitch up our horses and halloo Wee Woo! At eight o' clock, lads, we are merry and bold, To see of us which the best furrow can hold. With rubbing and scrubbing, I swear and I vow, That we're all jolly fellows that follow the plough. 4