Sarah Brightman - The Plough Boy lyrics

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