"Is my team ploughing
That I was used to drive
And hear the harness jingle
When I was man alive?"

Ay, the horses trample
The harness jingles now;
No change though you lie under
The land you used to plough

"Is my girl happy
That I thought hard to leave
And has she tired of weeping
As she lies down at eve?"

Ay, she lies down lightly
She lies not down to weep:
Your girl is well contented
Be still, my lad, and sleep

"Is my friend hearty
Now I am thin and pine
And has he found to sleep in
A better bed than mine?"

Yes, lad, I lie easy
I lie as lads would choose;
I cheer a dead man's sweetheart
Never ask me whose