Last year I was hoeing, Hoeing mangel-wurzels, Hoeing mangel-wurzels all day in the sun, Hoeing for the squire Down in Gloucestershire Willy-nilly till the sweaty job was done. Now I'm in the 'wurzels, In the mangel-wurzels, All day in the 'wurzels 'neath the Belgian sun. But among this little lot It's a different job I've got -- For you don't hoe mangel-wurzels with a gun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOROUGH: LETTER 22. POOR OF THE BOROUGH. PETER GRIMES by GEORGE CRABBE THE OWL by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS ALL THESE MAKE MUSIC by ANNA SHAW BUCK DON JUAN: CANTO 16 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ON NAPOLEON'S ESCAPE FROM ELBA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |