Near a home in a wood 
With a horse very good, 
A poor young farmer 
Smiled as he stood
Looking down at his plough, 
In his heart was a glow 
When he sang as he ploughed the row.

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"Heigh-ho my little buttercup 
We'll dance until the sun comes up." 
Thus he sang as he ploughed, 
And he smiled as he sang 
While the woods and welkin rang.