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.