God speed the plow, and bless the corn-mow. A dialogue between the husband-man and serving-man. The serving-man, the plow-man would invite to leave his calling, and to take delight; but to that, by no meanswill [sic] agree, left he thereby should come to beggary. He makes it plain appear, a country life doth far excel; and so they end the strife. The tune is, I am the Duke of Norfolk.