| 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 |
