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1. 'Twas early one morning at breaking of day, / The cocks were a crowing, the farmer did say, / Come, arise, my good fellows, arise with good will, / For your horses want something their bellies to fill. / With rubbing and scrubbing, I swear and I vow, / That we're all jolly fellows that follow the plough.