'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 football playing 
Along the river shore, 
With lads to chase the leather, 
Now I stand up no more?' 

Ay, the ball is flying, 
The lads play heart and soul; 
The goal stands up, the keeper 
Stands up to keep the goal. 

'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.