They dressed themselves like plowmen and started towards Camelot.
Go on and redden the ground now, you knave, as other plowmen do.
In the night the dairy woman and the plowmen at Ormgard farm had run away.
Five plowmen came in succession, but all were behind the first in time and cut a less regular furrow.
Indeed, a plow is made up from the thoughts and toils of generations ...