The Ploughman
Jean Redpath Lyrics


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The Ploughman he's a bony lad,
His mind is ever true, jo,
His garters knit below his knee,
His bonnet it is blue, jo.

ch. 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'g bed,
And cheer him late and early.

I hae been east, I hae been west,
I hae been at Saint Johnston,
The boniest sight that e'er I saw
Was th' Ploughman laddie dancin.

Snaw-white stocking on his legs,
And siller buckles glancin;
A gude blue bannet on his head,
And O but he was handsome!

Commend me to the Barn yard,
And the Corn-mou, man;




I never gat my Coggie fou
Till I met wi' the Ploughman.

Overall Meaning

Jean Redpath's song The Ploughman is an ode to the noble and hardworking ploughman. The song is a tribute to all the qualities associated with this trade - loyalty, diligence, and hard work. The Ploughman is described as a tall, lanky man with a steadfast mind who wears a blue bonnet and garters knit below his knee. The opening lines describe the Ploughman as an archetype of Scottish rural life - tall, strong, and true.


The chorus of the song extols the virtues of the ploughman and asks him to rise and be merry. The singer declares that of all the trades she has ever encountered, she favors the ploughman the most. She admires his hard work and dedication, and the way he keeps going through all weathers. The singer urges the ploughman to lay down his tools and rest for the night. She promises to wash his clothes and make his bed, ready for another day of work.


Line by Line Meaning

The Ploughman he's a bony lad,
The Ploughman is a strong and handsome lad.


His mind is ever true, jo,
He is a trustworthy person, always true to his word.


His garters knit below his knee,
He wears garters below his knee to keep his stockings up.


His bonnet it is blue, jo.
He wears a blue bonnet on his head.


Then up wi't a', my Ploughman lad,
Come on, my Ploughman, let's go!


And hey, my merry Ploughman;
Let's have fun, my cheerful Ploughman;


Of a'the trades that I do ken,
Of all the professions I know,


Commend me to the Ploughman.
The Ploughman is the best.


My Ploughman he comes hame at e'en,
My Ploughman comes home in the evening.


He's aften wat and weary:
He is often wet and tired.


Cast off the wat, put on the dry,
Take off the wet clothes and put on dry ones,


And gae to bed, my Dearie.
And go to bed, my love.


I will wash my Ploughman's hose,
I will wash his stockings.


And I will dress his o'erlay;
And I will prepare his work clothes;


I will mak my Ploughman'g bed,
I will make my Ploughman's bed.


And cheer him late and early.
And comfort him day and night.


I hae been east, I hae been west,
I have traveled east, I have traveled west,


I hae been at Saint Johnston,
I have been to Saint Johnston,


The boniest sight that e'er I saw
The most beautiful thing I have ever seen


Was th' Ploughman laddie dancin.
Was the Ploughman boy dancing.


Snaw-white stocking on his legs,
He wore snow-white stockings on his legs,


And siller buckles glancin;
And silver buckles shining;


A gude blue bannet on his head,
He wore a good blue bonnet on his head,


And O but he was handsome!
And oh, how handsome he was!


Commend me to the Barn yard,
I praise the barn yard,


And the Corn-mou, man;
And the man who harvests the corn;


I never gat my Coggie fou
I never got drunk


Till I met wi' the Ploughman.
Until I met the Ploughman.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: ROBERT BURNS, SERGE HOVEY

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