On Christmas Day it happened so

Down in the meadows forth to plough

As we were a ploughing on so fast

Up comes sweet Jesus himself at last

"Oh man oh man what makes you plough

So hard upon the Lord's birthday "

The farmer he answered him with great speed

"For to plough this day we have great need"

His arms did quaver to and fro

His arms did quaver he could not plough

The ground did open and let him in

Before that he could repent of sin

His wife and children are out of place

His beasts and cattle they die away

His beasts and cattle they die away

For the breaking of our Lord's birthday