St. Agnes Church, Cawston

 

God Spede the Plow
And send us ale-corn enow
Our purpose for to mak
At crow of cok
Of the plow-lete at Sygate.

Be merry and glad
Wat Goodale this work mad...

First furrow cut into the field

Cleave the earth, gouge out the ground

Strike straight course from point to point

And turn the year around

Exhume our bodies

Unearth our bones

Harvest the stones from our mouths and eyes

And listen to the song we sing

Remember us poor ploughboys
A-ploughing we must go
Whether it's rain, blow, hail, or snow
A-ploughing we must go
A-ploughing we must go...