Harrowing Time

Cauld winter storm is noo awa', and summer's come again
And the cauldry wi' no March month, he'd driven awa' the rain
He'd driven awa' the dreary rain, likewise the frost an' snaw
So our foreman in the mornin', he has ordered us to saw
See on we drive until the sun i' Incheon hill is hid, and
Sine we louse our horses tired, and homeward we do ride
And homeward we do ride full keen to get our horses fed
We cam' them weelbae back and heelin' their tails, and maeins we red
When that is done, we supper get and after that we hie
Awa' to see our pretty girls a-milkin' o' their kye
Each one to see his sweetheart and free her cherry moo
Then tak' a dauch an o'er our twa shak hands and bid adieu
So now I mean to end my song and I will end wi' this
May the ploughman get mair wages, it is my earnest wish
It is my heartfelt wish, I say, it is the ploughman's due
For he sustains baith rich an' poor by the handlin' o' the plough