Chorus. 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! 1. The ploughman, he's a bonie lad, His mind is ever true, jo! His garters knit below his knee, His bonnet it is blue, jo. 2. I hae been east, I hae been west, I hae been at St. Johnston; The boniest sight that e'er I saw Was the ploughman laddie dancin. 3. Snaw-white stockings on his legs And siller buckles glancin, A guid blue bonnet on his head, And O, but he was handsome! 4. Commend me to the barn-yard And the corn mou, man! I never get my coggie fou Till I met wi' the ploughman.