The Ploughman — текст песни (Burns Robert)

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;
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 will 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 gude 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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