With him there was a PLOWMAN, his brother,

That loaded many carts with dung, and many other

Had transported; a true worker was he,

Living in peace and perfect charity.
He loved God most, and that with his whole heart

At all times, whether it was easy or hard,

And next, his neighbour, even as himself.

He'd thresh and dig, and never thought of wealth,

For Christ's own sake, for every person poor,
Without payment, if his power could assure.

He paid his taxes, fully, when it was due,

Both by his toil and possessions he'd sell too.

In a tabard he rode upon a mare.

He is the the brother of the parson. Hauled dung in the morning. He was honest and hard-working, and lived in peace. He was truly faithful in his religion. He always helped the poor and never accepted their money. A tenth of his salary was given to the church. He wore a smock and rode a mare.

Chaucer has a high opinion of the plowman. He doesn’t have any vices and works hard for the less fortunate.