Текст песни Burns Robert - The Ploughman
Burns Robert - The Ploughman слова песни
THE PLOUGHMAN(Robert Burns)The Ploughman he`s a bony lad, His mind is ever true, jo,His garters knit below his knee, His bonnet it is blue, jo.ch. Then up wi`t a`, my Ploughman lad, And hey, my merry Ploughman; Of a`the trades that I do ken, Commend me to the Ploughman.My Ploughman he comes hame at e`en, He`s aften wat and weary:Cast off the wat, put on the dry, And gae to bed, my Dearie.I will wash my Ploughman`s hose, And I will dress his o`erlay;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.Snaw-white stocking on his legs, And siller buckles glancin;A gude blue bannet on his head, And O but he was handsome!Commend me to the Barn yard, And the Corn-mou, man;I never gat my Coggie fou Till I met wi` the Ploughman.tune: The Ploughman (205)filename[ PLOUGHMNplay.exe PLOUGHMNARB===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===