Nic Jones Ploughman Lads
Down yonder glen there's a ploughman lad
And some summer day he'll be all my own.
Singing laddie-I, and sing laddie-O,
Ploughman lads are all the go.
I'll love his face, I'll love his skin,
I'll love the very cut he harrows in.
Singing laddie-I, and sing laddie-O,
Ploughman lads are all the go.
Down yonder glen, could've gotten a miller,
But all his dust would have made us choke.
Singing laddie-I, and sing laddie-O,
Ploughman lads are all the go.
Down yonder glen, could've gotten a merchant,
All of his goods were not worth a groat.
Singing laddie-I, and sing laddie-O,
Ploughman lads are all the go.
Oh see him coming down from the town
With all of his ribbons hanging down.
Singing laddie-I, and sing laddie-O,
Ploughman lads are all the go.
Sing laddie-I, and sing laddie-O,
Ploughman lads are all the go.