He’s aften wat and weary;
Cast off the wat, put on the dry,
And gae to bed, my dearie!
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.
[As the song is closing the approach of plough-harness is heard, and Robert Burns, driving, appears at the back of the scene. He sees Nell and draws the plough up.]
Burns: Nell! there’s a good lass now.
Nell: Oughtn’t you to go on with your ploughing?