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Posted By: John MacKenzie
03-Aug-12 - 04:16 PM
Thread Name: Folklore: Songs, poems etc about ploughmen/boys
Subject: RE: Folklore: Songs, poems etc about ploughmen/boys
Generations of change is a modern song that mentions ploughing too.

Generations of Change

    (Matt Armour)

    My faither was a baillie on a wee fairm at Caiplie
    And he worked on the land a' the days o' his life
    By the time he made second, he said he reckoned
    He'd ploughed nearly half o' the East Neuk o' Fife
    He fee'd on at Randerston, Crawhill and Clephinton
    Cambo, Carnbee, Kilrennie Hill
    At Kingsbarns he married, at Boarhills he's buried
    Man, if he'd lived, he'd be ploughing there still

    For those days were his days, those ways were his ways
    To follow the plough while his back was still strong
    But those days are past and the time's come at last
    For the weakness of age to make way for the young

    I wasnae for ploughing, to the sea I was going
    To follow the fish and the fisherman's ways
    In rain, hail and sunshine I watched the lang runline
    Nae man mair contented his whale working day
    I've lang lined the Fladden Ground, the Dutch and the Dogger Bank
    Pulled the big fish from the deep Devil's Hole
    I've side trawled off Shetland, the Faroes and Iceland
    In weather much worse than a body could thole

    For those days were my days, those ways were my ways
    To follow the fish while my back was still strong
    But those days are past and the time's come at last
    For the weakness of age to make way for the young

    My sons they have grown and away they have gone
    To search for black oil in the far northern sea
    Like oilmen they walk, like Texans they talk
    Nay, there's no' much in common between my sons and me
    They've rough-rigged on Josephine, Forties and Ninian
    Claymore, Dunlin, Fisher and Awk
    They've made fortunes for sure, for in one trip ashore
    They spend more than I earned in a whole season's work

    For this day is their day, this way is their way
    To ride the rough rigs while their backs are still strong
    But this day will pass and the time come at last
    For the weakness of age to make way for the young

    My grandsons are growing, to school now they're going
    But the lang weeks o' summer they spend here wi' me
    We walk through the warm days, we talk of the old ways
    The cornfield, the codfish, the land and the sea
    We walk through the fields my father once tilled
    Talk wi' the old men who once sailed wi' me
    Man, it's been awfu' guid, I showed them all I could
    O' the past and the present, what their future might be

    For tomorrow is their day, what will be their way
    What will they make of their land, sea and sky
    Man, I've seen awfu' change, still it seems very strange
    To look at the world through a young laddie's eyes