The collected writings of Dougal Graham "Skellat" Bellman of Glasgow: edited with notes: Together with a Biographical and Bibliographical Introduction, and a Sketch of the Chap Literature of Scotland: by George MacGregor: In two volumes |
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THE PLOWMAN'S Glory; or, TOM'S SONG. |
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THE PLOWMAN'S Glory; or, TOM'S SONG.
As I was a walking one morning in the spring,
I heard a young plowman so sweetly to sing,
And as he was singing, these words he did say,
No life is like the plowman's in the month of May.
I heard a young plowman so sweetly to sing,
And as he was singing, these words he did say,
No life is like the plowman's in the month of May.
The lark in the morning rises from her nest,
And mounts in the air with the dew on her breast,
And with the jolly plowman she'll whistle and she'll sing,
And at night she'll return to her nest back again.
And mounts in the air with the dew on her breast,
And with the jolly plowman she'll whistle and she'll sing,
And at night she'll return to her nest back again.
If you walk in the fields any pleasure to find,
You may see what the plowman enjoys in his mind;
There the corn he sows grows and the flowers do spring,
And the plowman's as happy as a prince or a king.
You may see what the plowman enjoys in his mind;
There the corn he sows grows and the flowers do spring,
And the plowman's as happy as a prince or a king.
When his days work is done that he has to do,
Perhaps to some country walk he will go;
There with a sweet lass he will dance and sing,
And at night return with his lass back again.
Perhaps to some country walk he will go;
There with a sweet lass he will dance and sing,
And at night return with his lass back again.
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And as they return from the walk in the town,
When the meadows is mowed and the grass is cut down,
If they chance for to tumble among the green hay,
It's kiss me now or never the damsel will say.
When the meadows is mowed and the grass is cut down,
If they chance for to tumble among the green hay,
It's kiss me now or never the damsel will say.
Then he rises next morning to follow his team,
Like a jolly plowman so neat and so trim;
If he kiss a pretty girl he will make her his wife,
And she loves her jolly plowman as dear as her life.
Like a jolly plowman so neat and so trim;
If he kiss a pretty girl he will make her his wife,
And she loves her jolly plowman as dear as her life.
Come Molly and Dolly let's away to the wake,
There the plow boys will treat us with beer ale and cake,
And if in coming home they should gain their Ends,
Ne'er fear but they'll marry us, or make us amends.
There the plow boys will treat us with beer ale and cake,
And if in coming home they should gain their Ends,
Ne'er fear but they'll marry us, or make us amends.
There's Molly and Dolly, Nelly and Sue,
There's Ralph John and Willie and young Tommy too;
Each lad takes his lass to the wake or the fair,
Adzooks they look rarely, I vow and declare.
There's Ralph John and Willie and young Tommy too;
Each lad takes his lass to the wake or the fair,
Adzooks they look rarely, I vow and declare.
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