The Ploughman Lyrics

The Ploughman lyrics

THE PLOUGHMAN
(Robert Burns)
The Ploughman he's a bony lad,
  
His mind is ever true, jo,
His garters knit below his knee,
   His
bonnet it is blue, jo.
ch.  Then up wi't a', my Ploughman lad,
      
And hey, my merry Ploughman;
     Of a'the trades that I do ken,
     
 Commend me to the Ploughman.
My Ploughman he comes hame at e'en,
 
He's aften wat and weary:
Cast off the wat, put on the dry,
  And gae
to bed, my Dearie.
I will wash my Ploughman's hose,
   And I will
dress his o'erlay;
I will mak my Ploughman'g bed,
   And cheer him
late and early.
I hae been east, I hae been west,
   I hae been at
Saint Johnston,
The boniest sight that e'er I saw
  Was th' Ploughman
laddie dancin.
Snaw-white stocking on his legs,
   And siller buckles
glancin;
A gude blue bannet on his head,
  And O but he was
handsome!
Commend me to the Barn yard,
  And the Corn-mou, man;
I never gat my Coggie fou
  Till I met wi' the Ploughman.
tune: The
Ploughman (205)
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