She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her breast
 And like the jolly ploughboy
 She whistles and she sings
 She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her breast

 Oh Roger the ploughboy, he is a dashing blade
 He goes whistling and singing over yonder green blade
 He met with pretty Susan, she?s handsome I declare
 She is far more inviting than the birds all in the air

 One evening coming home from the rakes of the town
 The meadows they are green and the grass it is cut down
 If I should chance to tumble all in the new mown hay
 For it?s kiss me now or never love, this bonny lass did say

 When twenty long weeks they were over and were past
 Her mammy chanced to notice how she thickened around the waist
 It was the handsome ploughboy the maiden she did say
 For he caused me for to tumble all in the new mown hay

 Here?s a health to young ploughboys wherever you may be
 That likes to have a bonny lass asitting on his knee
 With a jug of good strong porter you?ll whistle and you?ll sing
 For a ploughboy is happy as a prince or a king