The Plooman

The plooman he's a bonnie lad

His hairt is ever true jo

His garters knit below the knee

And his bonnet it is blue jo

Then up wi it aa my plooman lad

Hey, my merry plooman

O a' the trades that I dae ken

Commend me tae the plooman

My plooman he comes hame at nicht

He's often wet and wearie

Tak aff the wet, put on the dry

And go to bed my dearie

I will wash my plooman's sark

And I will wash his o'erlay

I will mak my plooman"s bed

And cheer him late and early

I've been east and I've been west

And I've been at Saint Johnstone

But the bonniest sicht that I e'er I saw

Was my plooman laddie dancin

Snaw white stockings on his legs

And siller buckles glancing

A guid blue bonnet on his head

And oh but he was handsome

Commend me tae the barn yard

And the corn mou man

Oh, I never got my coggie fou

Til I met wi my ploo man