The Ploughman.

Tune - "Up wi' the ploughman." I.         The ploughman he's a bonnie lad,             His mind is ever true, jo,         His garters knit below his knee,             His bonnet it is blue, jo.                     Then up wi' him my ploughman lad,                         And hey my merry ploughman!                     Of a' the trades that I do ken,                         Commend me to the ploughman. II.         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! III.         I will wash my ploughman's hose,             And I will dress his o'erlay;         I will mak my ploughman's bed,             And cheer him late and early. IV.         I hae been east, I hae been west,             I hae been at Saint Johnston;         The bonniest sight that e'er I saw             Was the ploughman laddie dancin'. V.         Snaw-white stockins on his legs,             And siller buckles glancin';         A gude blue bonnet on his head,             And O, but he was handsome! VI.         Commend me to the barn-yard,             And the corn-mou, man;         I never gat my coggie fou,             Till I met wi' the ploughman.                     Up wi' him my ploughman lad,                         And hey my merry ploughman!                     Of a' the trades that I do ken,                         Commend me to the ploughman.