The Plooman

Emily Smith

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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