Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Ploughman, artist - Solas. Album song Waiting For An Echo, in the genre Музыка мираDate of issue: 21.05.2006
Record label: Shanachie
Song language: English
The Ploughman |
| Well, a plowman dresses fine, he drinks strong ale and wine |
| And the best of tobacco he does smoke |
| Pretty maids don’t think amiss a plowman for to kiss |
| For his breath is as sweet as the rose, the rose |
| For his breath is as sweet as the rose |
| Well, a plowman in his shirt completely does his work |
| And so loudly to the little boy does call |
| Saying, «Be nimble and be quick with the swishing of your stick» |
| And so merrily he rattles them along, along |
| And do merrily he rattles them along |
| When our shears are shod, to the blacksmith off we trod |
| And so loudly to the blacksmith we do call |
| Saying, «Be nimble and be quick, throw your blows in thick» |
| And so merrily he’ll swing his hammer 'round, around |
| And so merrily he’ll swing his hammer 'round |
| When our shears are done, to the alehouse we do run |
| And so loudly to the landlord we do call |
| Saying, «Bring to us some beer, for while I am here» |
| A plowman is always running dry, dry |
| A plowman is always running dry |