The white cock's tail
Tosses in the wind.
The turkey-cock's tail
Glitters in the sun.
Water in the fields.
The wind pours down.
The feathers flare
And bluster in the wind.
Remus, blow your horn!
I'm ploughing on Sunday,
Ploughing North America.
Blow your horn!
Tum-ti-tum,
Ti-tum-tum-tum!
The turkey-cock's tail
Glitters in the sun.
Water in the fields.
The wind pours down.
Musical hummings by the speaker, dancing around in his joy of Sunday social taboos.
Ploughing on Sunday