It's a faberisk young plough -boy
who's ploughing on the plain
And his horse is
stalled down in yonder shade
It was down in yonder grove
he went whistling to his plough
And by chance there he met a pretty maid,
pretty maid
And by chance there he met a pretty maid
So when the aged parents
they came for to know
That his love he was plow
ing on the plain,
They sent for the press gang
and pressed our love away,
And they sent him to the wars to be slain,
to be slain
And they sent him to the wars to be slain
So she sailed till she came
to the ship her love was in
And until the captain did complain,
She said, I'm coming in search
for thy pretty plowing boy,
Who was sending to thee wars to be slain,
to be slain,
who was sent in to thee was to be slain.
So for a hundred bridegain she
then did lay down,
and so freely she told them all,
Until she got a pretty flower boy
all in her arms,
and she hugged him till she
got him safe on shore,
safe on shore,
and she hugged him
till she got him safe on shore.
She set those bells to ring,
and so sweetly she did sing,
just because she'd saved a lad that she adored,
she adored,
just because she'd saved a lad that she adored,
she adored.