On Christmas Day it happened so
Down in those meadows for to plough,
As he was ploughing all on so fast
Up came sweet Jesus himself at last.
“O man, O man, what makes thee plough
So hard upon the Lord's birthday?”
The farmer answered him with great speed,
“For the plough this day I have great need.”
His arms did quiver to and fro,
His arms did quiver, he could not plough.
The ground did open and take him in
Before he could repent his sin.
His wife and children are out of place,
His beasts and cattle they die away.
His beasts and cattle they are all lost
For the breaking of Our Lord's birthday.
credits
from 52 Folk Songs: white,
released December 5, 2011
Phil Edwards: vocals, melodica
Tara Jane O'Neil offers up her ephemeral audio sketchbook, presenting improvisational pieces captured on the fly that feel remarkably full. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 27, 2021