Doon yonder den there’s a plooman lad
An some simmer's day he’ll be aa my ain
An sing laddie - o an sing laddie - aye,
The plooman laddies are aa the go.
I love his teeth an I love his skin -
I love the verra cairt he hurts in.
Doon yonder den I coulda gotten a merchant,
Bit aa his stuff wisna worth a groat.
Doon yonder den I coulda gotten a miller,
Bit the smell o dust widda deen me ill.
Its ilka time I gyang tae the stack,
I hear his wheep gie the ither crack.
I see him comin fae yonder toon,
Wi aa his ribbons hingin roon an roon.
An noo she’s gotten her plooman lad,
As bare as ever he left the ploo.
(Chorus repeated after each verse)