The Ploughman

The ploughman he comes home at night,
When he is wet and weary,
Puts off the wet, puts on the dry,
And goes to bed my deary.

I will wash the ploughman’s clothes,
I will wash them clean, O;
I will wash the ploughman’s clothes,
And dry them on the green, O.

The ploughman he comes home fu’ late,
When he wi’ wark is weary;
Dights off his shirt that is se wet;
And supper makes him cheery.

I will wash the ploughman’s clothes,
I will wash them white, O;
I will wash the ploughman’s clothes,
And dry them on the dyke, O.