The Plough Boy.
COME, all you lads and laſſes,
come liſten here awhile,
A merry ſong I’ll ſing to you,
will cauſe your hearts to ſmile;
My ſong it is not very long,
ſung with a merry glee, O,
And you may ſing it to your love,
while ſhe ſits on your knee, O.
Tarry dilly O, tanry dilly O, right tol
the rol, tol the rol te tarry dilly O.
’Tis of a merry plough boy,
was plowing of his land,
He cried Ho! unto his horſes,
and boldly bade them ſtand;
When he ſat down upon his plough,
and then began to ſing O,
Young Jack he ſung ſo ſweetly,
he made the vallies ring O.
- Tarry dilly O; &c.
There was farmer’s daughter
a nutting in the wood.
And when ſhe heard young Jockey ſing,
he charm’d her where the ſtood;
The nuts that ſhe had gathered
ſhe threw them all away O,
For in the wood behind him
no longer could ſhe ſtay O.
Tarry dilly O, &c.
Jockey left his horſes,
and Jockey left his plough,
And he went to the green wood,
his courage for to ſhow;
He took her by the middle ſmall,
and gently laid her down, O;
Come, Jack, ſaid ſhe, I long to ſee
the world going round, O.
Tarry dilly O, &c.
When Jockey had tilled
and ſowed o’er and o’er,
When Jockey had ſowed
till he could ſow no more,
They on the green did walk,
ſhe on his breaſt did lean, O,
Jack, ſaid ſhe, I long to ſee
the world going round again, O!
Tarry dilly O, &c.
When twenty weeks were over,
and twenty weeks were paft,
She ſent Jack a letter,
but jack had left his place;
Wher forty wecks were over,
this damſel had a ſon, O;
Her father and her mother
of him ſeem’d very fond, O.
Tarry dilly O.
Come all you farmers’ daughters,
take this advice of mine,
If that you do a nutting go,
come back in a ſhort time;
For it that you do ſtay too late,
to hear the plough boy ſing, O,
It is a chance but you may get
a charm ’neath your apron-ſtring, O!
Tarry dilly O, tarry dilly O, right to!
the rol, -tol the roll te tarry dilly O.