Down yonder glen there's a ploughman lad And some summer day he'll be all my own. Singing laddie-I, and sing laddie-O, Ploughman lads are all the go. I'll love his face, I'll love his skin, I'll love the very cut he harrows in. Singing laddie-I, and sing laddie-O, Ploughman lads are all the go. Down yonder glen, could've gotten a miller, But all his dust would have made us choke. Singing laddie-I, and sing laddie-O, Ploughman lads are all the go. Down yonder glen, could've gotten a merchant, All of his goods were not worth a groat. Singing laddie-I, and sing laddie-O, Ploughman lads are all the go. Oh see him coming down from the town With all of his ribbons hanging down. Singing laddie-I, and sing laddie-O, Ploughman lads are all the go. Sing laddie-I, and sing laddie-O, Ploughman lads are all the go.