Daily must till this land
Kine we take from fold and then hitch up a span
Less time might see the pasture clear
Progress to take this time of year
For seed to sew (and grow)

Take these yoke-ed things
And turn to ply my hand, learn to live antique
Straight we steer for furrowings
The fertile earth will open up to let seed in
Breaked by yoke-ed things

Bullock, it knows what’s right
We can make it work long - it ain’t too bright (mmm)
Bullock, it all day goes
With my hands oxen’s trek through mud I keep control
My speed is slow...

So take these yoke-ed things
And learn to plow by hand, spurn technology
Heifer needs her nose’s ring
The humus sod we’ll cultivate to let seed in, yeah yeah
Let seed in
Let seed in

Tilling for crops to sow
We’ve some calves smallish yet - too young but soon they’ll grow
To plough plow plough, plow
So breaked by yok-ed things
The earth was dry and then
Turned when I said “Gee”
And when we seed those seed-ish things
The sky above will open up and rain ‘em in

Breaked by yok-ed things
We’ve got some loam to ply
Turn and mix the turf to be
By plowshare for nourishing
Then sky above will open up for us
and rain it in, yeah yeah
yeah yeah, Mooooo