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THE PLOUGH IAN LAD.

TH E ploughman he's a bonny lad,
and a' his work's at leaſure;
And ay when he comes hame at e'en,
he kiſſes me with pleaſure
Chor. O the bonny ploughman lad,
O the bonny ploughman;
Of as the lads that I do fee,
commend me to the ploughman.

Now the blooming ſpring comes on,
he takes his yocking early:
A whiſtling o'er the ſurrow'd land,
he goes to fallow ear!v. O my, &c.

When my ploughman comes lame at e'en,
he's aſten wet and weary
Caſt aff the wet, put on the dry
gang to your bed my deary. O my, &c.

I will waſh my ploughman's koſe,
and I will waſh his o‘erlay:
And I will mak the ploughman's bed,
and cheer him late and early. O my, &c.

Plough you hill, and plough you dale,
plough you faugh or fallow:
Wha winna drink the ploughman's health,
is but a dirty fellow
Chor. Merry butt and merry hen,
merry is my ploughman;
Of a' the trades that I do ken,
commend me to the ploughman.