The Ballad Of Ploughman Bill

Up on our feet
took of in throught the ride
and head over heels
no one left behind
no one left behind

Run throught the woods
and out on a field
laughing in waves and sticks
Put it down to the overmel
blinden mans on wicked men
Ploughman Bill

Scripping our knees
Throught the grass down the slow
Little did we know
we were washd froma skow?
from a school?

Suddenly I