As I was a-wand'ring ae morning in spring , I heard a young ploughman sae sweetly to sing; And as he was singin' , thir words he did say, - There's nae life like the ploughman's in the month o ...

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.