Doon in yon den there's a plooman lad
Ane simmer time he'll be a' my ain
And sing laddie, aye, and sing laddie-oh,
The plooman laddies are a' the go.

Doon in yon dell I could hae gotten the miller
But the smell o the dust wad hae done me ill.

Doon in yon dell I could hae gotten the merchant
But a' his stuff wisna worth a groat.

I lo'e his cheek and I lo'e his chin,
I lo'e the verra cairt he hurls in!

I hear him comin fae yonder stack,
I hear his wheep gie anither crack.

I see him comin fae yonder toon
Wi a' his ribbons hingin roon an roon.

Weel, noo I've gotten my plooman lad
As bare as ever he's left the ploo.

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