Christiana Quick-Cleveland - I Will Go With My Father A-Ploughing Lyrics

I will go with my father a-ploughing
To the green field by the sea
And the rooks and the crows and the seagulls
Will come flocking after me

I will sing to the patient horses
With the lark in the white of the air
And my father will sing the plough song
That blesses the cleaving share

I will go with my father a-sowing
To the red field by the sea
And the rooks and the gulls and the starlings
Will come flocking after me

I will sing to the striding sowers
With the finch on the flowering sloe
And my father will sing the seed song
That only the wise men know

I will go with my father a-reaping
To the brown field by the sea
And the geese and the crows and the children
Will come flocking after me

I will sing to the weary reapers
With the wren in the flowering sun
And my father will sing the scythe song
That joys for the harvest done