Robert Burns/Traditional
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
Chorus
Then up wi it aa my plooman lad
Hey my merry plooman
O aa 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
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
Chorus
Then up wi it aa my plooman lad
Hey my merry plooman
O aa 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