Paroles de 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