Like a gay ploughboy.
Young William in the evening, returning home from plough.
He showed to me a gay gold ring, how could my tongue say No?
“Oh, take this ring, dear Jenny, and the parson we’ll employ,
And they may see you on the knee of a gay ploughboy.”
Of a gay ploughboy.
’Twas so they were united, and William goes to plough,
And Jenny rises with delight to milk her spotted cow.
Down in a lonely cottage, where none can them annoy,
Ah, who so happy as Jenny and her gay ploughboy?