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138 TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS |
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No. 153. The ploughman, he's a bonie lad.
Tune : The Ploughman Perth Musical Miscellany, 1786, p. 248. |
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The ploughman, he's a bonie lad,
His mind is ever true, jo ! His garters knit below his knee,
His bonnet it is blue, jo.
Chorus. Then up wi'i a\ my ploughman lad, And hey, my merry ploughman! Of a1 the trades that I do ken, Commend me to the ploughman!
I hae been east, I hae been west,
I hae been at Saint Johnston; The boniest sight that e'er I saw
Was the ploughman laddie dancin.
Snaw-white stockins on his legs,
And siller buckles glancin, A gude blue bonnet 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. |
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No. 154. Thou has left me ever, Jamie.
Tune : Fee him father, fee him Bremner's Scots Songs, 1757, p. 6. |
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