The sun went down behind yon hills
And o’er the dreary moor
When weary and lame, a boy there came
Up to a farmer’s door, up to a farmer’s door.
When weary and lame, a boy there came
Up to a farmer’s door.

“Canst tell,” said he, “if any there be
Who will give me employ?
For to plow, for to sow, for to reap, for to mow,
For to be a farmer’s boy. (Repeat three times.)
For to plow, for to sow, for to reap, for to mow,
For to be a farmer’s boy.”