A flaxen-headed cowboyas simple as may be
And next a merry plough boyI whistled o er the lea;
But now a saucy footmanI strut in worsted lace
And soon I ll be a butlerand whey my jolly face.

When steward I m promoted I ll snip the tradesmen s bill
My master s coffers emptymy pockets for to fill.
When lolling in my charlot so great a man I ll be
So great a manso great a manso 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 electionsand when I ve made the pelf
I ll stand poll for the parliamentand then vote in myself.
Whetever s good for mesirI never will oppose:
When all my ayes are sold offwhy then I ll sell my noes.


I ll jokeharangue and paragraphwith speeches charm the ear
And when I m tired on my legsthen I ll sit down a peer.
In court or city honour so great a man I ll be
So great a manso great a manso 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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