Cold winter storm is new, and summer's come again, And the cold dry wind to March monthHad driven away the rain, had driven away the dreary rain,Likewise the frost and snow, So our foreman in the mornin' he is ordered to do so.Say on we drive until the sun a inch on hell is hide,And sign we louse our horses tired, and homeward we do ride,And homeward we do ride, for keen to get our horses fed.We came them wheelbeth back, and heelin' their tails in May and we read,When that is done we sup our git, and after that we hide,I want to see where pretty girls a-milkin' o'er their kye,Each one to see his sweet hirt, and free her cherry moo,Then tuck her dahin' o'er her twash a-cant, and bid adieu.So now I mean to end my song, and I will end with this,May the ploomin' git me a wedges, it is my earnest wish,It is my heartfelt wish, I say, it is the ploomin's due,For he sustains me thretchin' pure by the handlin' o' the ploo.© transcript Emily Beynon