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Go, ploughman, plough

The mearing lands,

The meadow lands,

The mountain lands:

All life is bare

Beneath your share,

All love is in your lusty hands.

Up, horses, now!

And straight and true

Let every broken furrow run:

The strength you sweat

Shall blossom yet

In golden glory to the sun.