Pretty Ploughboy

It's of a brisk young ploughboy
He was ploughing on the plain
And his horses stood down in yonder shade
It was down in yonder grove
He went whistling to his plough
And by chance there he met a pretty maid
Pretty maid
And by chance there he met a pretty maid

And when her aged parents' stables came for to know
That a boy he was ploughing on the plain
They sent for the press gang and sent him all the way
And they sent him to the wars to be slain
To be slain
And they sent him to the wars to be slain

So she sailed till she come to the very ship
She thought of of laying in
And on to the captain she did complain
She says "I'm coming search for my pretty ploughing boy
Who was sent on to the wars to be slain
To be slain
Who was sent on to the wars to be slain"

So full of bright guineas with her hand she did lay down
And so freely she grow'd a muckle hoard
Until she got her pretty ploughboy all in her arms
And she hugged him till she got him safe on shore
Safe on shore
And she hugged him till she got him safe on shore

And she set those bells to ring and so sweetly she did sing
Just because she's sane and that and she adore
She adore
Just because she's sane and that and she adore