THE PLOUGHMAN (Robert Burns) The Ploughman he`s a bony lad, His mind is ever true, jo, His garters knit below his knee, His bonnet it is blue, jo. ch. Then up wi`t a`, my Ploughman lad, And hey, my merry Ploughman; Of a`the trades that I do ken, Commend me to the Ploughman. 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. I will wash my Ploughman`s hose, And I will dress his o`erlay; I will mak my Ploughman`g bed, And cheer him late and early. I hae been east, I hae been west, I hae been at Saint Johnston, The boniest sight that e`er I saw Was th` Ploughman laddie dancin. Snaw-white stocking on his legs, And siller buckles glancin; A gude blue bannet on his head, And O but he was handsome! Commend me to the Barn yard, And the Corn-mou, man; I never gat my Coggie fou Till I met wi` the Ploughman. tune: The Ploughman (205) filename[ PLOUGHMN play.exe PLOUGHMN ARB ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
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