Someone saw our horse plough
A relic from a different age
"I used one just like that"
I turn to him amazed

I ask our neighbour, over eighty
Yes, on my father's farm
Hitched up to a pair of hosses
Hard work did me no harm

One foot on the land, one foot in the furrow
Eleven miles an acre, up and down you'd go
An acre a day good going, if the land was light
You do that all day, bor
You'll lay still at night !