The Plough Boy - Sarah Brightman (莎拉·布莱曼)

Written by：Shield William/Britten Benjamin

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