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I am a ploughman and I plough my earth I get my pay from the earth I serve A little corn and a glass of wine I want no more 'cause this life is fine Fly away High away Fly away I watch the land and the prey at work I get my pay from the soil I serve It's always giving if I treat it right I plough my earth and the earth delights Fly away High away Fly away I am a ploughman and I till my fields I love to search in all the ground I till I love the rain on the soil I tread My field is giving and my family's fed Fly away High away Fly away High away From Letras Mania