Doon yonder den there's a plooman lad

An' some simmer's day he'll be a' my ain.

 

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An' sing laddie o, an' sing laddie aye,

The plooman laddies are a' the go.

 

I love his teeth an' I love his skin -

I love the verra cairt he hurls in.

 

Doon yonder den I coulda gotten a merchant,

Bit a' his stuff wisna worth a groat.

 

Doon yonder den I coulda gotten a miller,

Bit the smell o' dust widda deen me ill.

 

It's ilka time I gyang tae the stack

I hear his wheep gie the ither crack.

 

I see him comin' fae yonder toon,

Wi' a' his ribbons hingin' roon an' roon.

 

An' noo she's gotten her plooman lad,

As bare as ever he left the ploo.