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 O, His garters tied below his knee,

His bonnet it is blue, O.

Then up wi’t a’ my plowman lad,

O hey, the merry plowman,

O a’ the lads that e’er I saw,

Commend me to the plowman.

As I was walking in n field,

I chanc’d to meet a plowman,

I told him I would learn to till,

If that he would prove true man.

Then up wi’t a’, &c.

He said my dear, take you no fear,

But I will do my best, O,

I’ll study for to pleasure thee.

As I have done, the rest, O.

Then up wi’t a’, &c.

My ousen they are stout and good,

As ever labour’d ground, O,

The foremost ox is lang and sma’.

The others firm and round, O.

Then up wi’t a’, &c.

So he with speed did yoke his plough,

And wish a gad was driven,

But when he came between the stilts,

He thought he was in heaven.

Then up wi’t a’, &c.