THE PLOUGHMAN.

The ploughman he comes home at night,

When he is wet and weary,

Puts off the wet, puts on the dry,

And goes to bed my deary.

I will wash the ploughman’s clothes,

I will wash them clean, O;

I will wash the ploughman’s clothes,

And dry them on the green, O.

The ploughman he comes home fu’ late,

When he wi’ wark is weary;

Dights off his shirt that is se wet;

And supper makes him cheery.

I will wash the ploughman’s clothes,

I will wash them white, O;

I will wash the ploughman’s clothes,

And dry them on the dyke, O.