Steeleye Span Follow

It's a rosebud in June
And the violets in full bloom
And the small birds are singing
Love songs on each spray

We'll pipe and we'll sing love
We'll dance in a ring love
When each lad takes his lass
All on the green grass

And it's oh to plough
Where the fat oxen graze low
And the lads and the lasses
Do sheep shearing go

We'll pipe and we'll sing love
We'll dance in a ring love
When each lad takes his lass
All on the green grass

And it's oh to plough
Where the fat oxen graze low
And the lads and the lasses
Do sheep shearing go

When we have all sheared
Our jolly, jolly sheep
What joy can be greater
Than to talk of their increase

We'll pipe and we'll sing love
We'll dance in a ring love
When each lad takes his lass
All on the green grass

Where the fat oxen graze low
And the lads and the lasses
Do sheep shearing go

Their flesh it is good
It's the best of all food
And their wool it will cloth us
And keep our backs from the cold

We'll pipe and we'll sing love
We'll dance in a ring love
When each lad takes his lass
All on the green grass

And it's oh to plough
Where the fat oxen graze low
And the lads and the lasses
Do sheep shearing go

Here's the ewes and the lambs
Here's the hogs and the rams
And the fat wethers too
They will make a fine show

We'll pipe and we'll sing love
We'll dance in a ring love
When each lad takes his lass
All on the green grass

And it's oh to plough
Where the fat oxen graze low
And the lads and the lasses
Do sheep shearing go

It's a rosebud in June
And the violets in full bloom
And the small birds are singing