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But he has left the lass he looed,
His ain true love forsaken ;
Which gars me sair to greet the snood
I lost amang the bracken.*
THE PLOUGHMAN.
TuNE—T/ie Ploughman.
The ploughman he's a bonnie lad,
And a' his wark's at leisure ;
And, when that he comes hame at e'en,
He kisses me wi' pleasure.
Up wi't now,f my ploughman lad
Up wi't now, my ploughman I
Of a' the lads that I do see,
Commend me to the ploughman.
Now the blooming spring comes on.
He takes his yoking early.
And, " whistling o'er the furrowed land," :j:
He goes to fallow clearly.
When my ploughman comes hame at e'en.
He's often wet and wearie
Cast aft the wet, put on the dry.
And gae to bed, my dearie.
* From the Scots Musical Museum, Part I., 1787. Ritson, however,
who gives It m his " Scottish Songs," 1794, professes to have copied it
.^^P'^i^'s CoUection,"
fi°"l," which was probably published earlier than
the Musical Museum, though not so early as Herd's Collection (1776,) in
which this song does not appear.
t A Scottish phrase of high exultation, which seems to be only ' used ia
songs:
t Milton.
** Up wi't, Ailie, Ailie,
Up wi't, Ailie, now!"
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