Nell:
The ploughman he’s a bonnie lad,
His mind is ever true, jo;
His garters knit below his knee,
His bonnet it is blue, jo.
Then up wi’ it 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,