THE PLOUGHMAN
(Robert Burns)
The Ploughman he's a bony lad,
   His mind is ever true, jo,
His garters knit below his knee,
   His bonnet it is blue, jo.
ch.  Then up wi't a', my Ploughman lad,
       And hey, my merry Ploughman;
    
Only One Woman lyrics

(Gibb/ Gibb/ Gibb)
Ten little indians standing around
I bet there are many so how would I know
As sh
 Of a'the trades that I do ken,
       Commend me to the Ploughman.
My Ploughman he comes hame at e'en,
  He's aften wat and weary:
Cast off the wat, put on the dry,
  And gae to bed, my Dearie.
I will wash my Ploughman's hose,
   And I will dress his o'erlay;
I wi
I'm So Beautiful lyrics

Out
out tonight
feel like going out in the night

I'm gonna walk the street
walk the street

I wanna
ll mak my Ploughman'g bed,
   And cheer him late and early.
I hae been east, I hae been west,
   I hae been at Saint Johnston,
The boniest sight that e'er I saw
  Was th' Ploughman laddie dancin.
Snaw-white stocking on his legs,
   And siller buckles glancin;
A gud
Underground Radio lyrics

I went to your school of broken sence
You showed me the door, I walked out by myself
I came for the knowledge, now I'm gonn
e blue bannet 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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