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