Twas on a jolly summer's morn, the twenty-first of May,
Giles Scroggins took his turmut hoe with which he trudged away;
For some delights in hay-makin' and some they fancies mow-in',
But of all the jobs that I likes best give I the turmut hoe-in'
Cho: For the fly, the fly, the fly be on the turmut
And it be all me eye for I to try to keep fly off the turmut.
Now the first place as I went to work it were for farmer Tower,
He vowed and sweared and then declared I were a first-rate hoe-er.
The second place as I went to work I took it by the job
But if I'd 'a knowed a second afore I'd sooner be in quod.
As I was workin' at yonder farm they sent for I a-mow-in,
I sent word back I'd sooner have the sack than lose my turmut hoe-in'.
Now all you jolly farmin' lads as bides at home so warm
I now concludes my ditty with wishing you no harm.
— The Turmont Hoer's Song, Traditional