It's of a jolly plowboy was plowing up his land With his horses in good order to keep He whistled and he sang as the plow, she jogged along His intention was to court a pretty maid, pretty maid His intention was to court a pretty maid He ended his song as the plow, she jogged along Saying, "This fair maid's far above my degree If her parents, they would know, they would prove my overthrow And the first place they would send me is the sea, is the sea And the first place they would send me is the sea" When her ol' father knew she was courted on the plain He vowed he would send him o'er the sea A press gang then arose and they set my love on board And they sent him to the war to be slain, to be slain And they sent him to the war to be slain She's dressed herself in a suit of men's clothes Her pockets well-lined with bright gold And as she walked down the street with her red-rosy cheeks She looked just like a young sailor bold, sailor bold She looked just like a young sailor bold The first one that she met was the captain of the ship And unto him she told all her woe Saying, "They took from me my joy and my own plowboy And they sent him to the war to be slain, to be slain And they sent him to the war to be slain" She's pulled out a purse of the bright, shining gold Saying, "Here's fifty bright guineas and more" And she's freely laid it down for her bonnie plowboy And she's got the young man she adored, she adored And she's got the young man she adored