If I were a Ploughman
I would plough your barren land
Sow my seeds of love with care
Hoping the fruits of passion they'll bear

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I could be anything for you
Say but a word and I'll prove it's true
Pander to your every whim
Light up your candle when day grows dim

I'd weave fine tresses in your hair
Plait them with ribbons of gold
And bless each ringlet, curl and fold

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If I were a country Squire
You'd have all the presents you desire
Robes and rings and fineries
Belgian lace for your tapestries

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