Come all you young ploughboys and help me to sing, 
I'll sing in the praise of you all
For if we don't labour how can we get bread?
Let's sing and be merry withal.
 
Refrain:
 Let's sing, sing, sing and be merry, be merry,
 Let's sing and be merry withal.
 
Here's April, here's May, here's June and July
What pleasure to see the corn grow
In August we'll moil it, we reap sheath an tie
And go down with our scythes, for to mow.

(Refrain)
 
And when we have laboured an reaped every sheaf,
And gleanèd up every ear,
We'll make no more ado but to plough we will go,
To provide for the very next year.

(Refrain)