Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

The Ploughman

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’t 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.
  He’s aften wat and weary;
Cast off the wat, put on the dry,
  And gae to bed, my Dearie!

I will wash my ploughman’s hose,
  And I will dress his o’erlay;
I will mak my ploughman’s bed,
  And cheer him late and early.

I hae been east, I hae been west,
  I hae been at Saint Johnston;
The bonniest sight that e’er I saw
  Was the ploughman laddie dancin’.

Snaw-white stockin’s on his legs,
  And siller buckles glancin’;
A gude blue bonnet on his head,
  And O, but he was handsome!

Commend me to the barn-yard.
  And the corn-mow, man;
I never gat my coggie fou
  Till I met wi’ the ploughman.

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)
4. The Flowery Banks of Cree
5. Gala Water

Gordon Bottomley (Гордон Боттомли) The Ploughman ("UNDER the long fell's stony eaves")

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