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[ 5 ] Now the blooming ſpring comes on,

he takes his yoking early,

And whiſtles o'er the fallow'd land,

he goes to fallow early.

Up wi't a' my ploughman lad, &c.

The ploughman he comes hame at e'en,

he's often wet and weary,

Caſt off the wet put on the dry,

come to your bed my deary.

Up wit a' my ploughman lad, &c.

It's I will waſh my ploughman's hoſe,

and I will waſh his o'erly,

And I' will make my ploughman's bed,

and chear him late and early.

Up wi't a' my ploughman lad, &c.

It's merry butt, and merry ben,

it'merry is my ploughman;

Of all the trades that I do ken,

commend me to the ploughman.

Up wi't a' my ploughman lad, &c.

Plow yon hill, and plow yon dale,

plow yon haugh and fallow,

Who winna drink the ploughman's health,

is but a dirty fellow.

Up wi't a' my ploughman lad,

up wi't a' my ploughman,

Of a the lads that I do know,

commend me to the ploughmnan.