The ploughman he's a bony lad,
His mind is ever true, jo,
His garters knit below his knee,
His bonnet it is blue, jo.
ch. Then up wi't a', my »
The Ploughman
The Songs of Robert Burns, Vol. 3
by Jean Redpath
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Who saw the fences falling
Who broke the ploughman's bread
Who heard the winter calling
Who wore the tailor's thread
How many sheaves were »
Harvest Home
Fields of Fire: The Ultimate Collection
by Big Country
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Who saw the fences falling
Who broke the ploughman's bread
Who heard the winter calling
Who wore the tailor's thread
How many sheaves were »
Peace in Our Time
Without the Aid of a Safety Net
by Big Country
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You'll walk unscathed through musket fire
No ploughman's blade will cut thee down
No cutlass wound will mark thy face
And you will be my ain true »
You Will Be My Ain True Love
Symphonicities
by Sting
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Who saw the fences falling
Who broke the ploughman's bread
Who heard the winter calling
Who wore the tailor's thread
How many sheaves were »
Harvest Home [Alternative Version][Alternate Take][#]
Rarities VI
by Big Country
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Who saw the fences falling?
Who broke the ploughman's bread?
Who heard the winter calling?
Who wore the tailor's thread?
How many sheaves were »
Harvest Home
The Crossing
by Big Country
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Who saw the fences falling
Who broke the ploughman's bread
Who heard the winter calling
Who wore the tailors thread
How many sheaves were counted »
Harvest Home
Without the Aid of a Safety Net [DVD]
by Big Country
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at all
Once a ploughman hitched his team
Here he sowed his little dream
Now bodies arms and legs are strewn
Where mustard gas and barbwire bloom »
The Aftermath
The X Factor
by Iron Maiden
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A wet colored paintbrush
And a white house by night
A landscape with a ploughman
And another house beside
Sunflowers and cornfields »
Vincent
E&OE
by Paddy Goes to Holyhead
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to a hungry beast
I knelt beside a ploughman's daughter
Whose thirst never seemed to cease
The gateway to the wicked led the lost under their wing
Silence »
Just West of Eden
Gethsemane
by Michael McDermott
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at all?
Once a ploughman hitched his team
Here he sowed his little dream
Bodies, arms and legs are strewn
Where mustard gas and barbwire bloom
Each »
The Aftermath
The X Factor
by Iron Maiden
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