The Ploughboy And The Maid

It's of a jolly plowboy was plowing up his land

With his horses in good order to keep

He whistled and he sang as the plow, she jogged along

His intention was to court a pretty maid, pretty maid

His intention was to court a pretty maid

He ended his song as the plow, she jogged along

Saying, "this fair maid's far above my degree

If her parents, they would know, they would prove my overthrow

And the first place they would send me is the sea, is the sea

And the first place they would send me is the sea"

When her ol' father knew she was courted on the plain

He vowed he would send him o'er the sea

A press gang then arose and they set my love on board

And they sent him to the war to be slain, to be slain

And they sent him to the war to be slain

She's dressed herself in a suit of men's clothes

Her pockets well-lined with bright gold

And as she walked down the street with her red-rosy cheeks

She looked just like a young sailor bold, sailor bold

She looked just like a young sailor bold

The first one that she met was the captain of the ship

And unto him she told all her woe

Saying, "they took from me my joy and my own plowboy

And they sent him to the war to be slain, to be slain

And they sent him to the war to be slain"

She's pulled out a purse of the bright, shining gold

Saying, "here's fifty bright guineas and more"

And she's freely laid it down for her bonnie plowboy

And she's got the young man she adored, she adored

And she's got the young man she adored