J. Tams Arr. T. Van Eyken - Learning to Plough Lyrics

It's of a brisk young ploughboy,
He was plowing on the plain,
And his horse it stood down in yonder shade.
It was down in yonder shade, he went whistling to plough,
And by chance there he met a pretty maid, pretty maid,
By chance there he met a pretty maid.

And oftentimes they wandered into that yonder glade
And contented they lay amidst the shade
And the sweet bells did ring and the nightengale did sing
Oh for the ploughboy and his tender maid, tender maid,
Oh for the ploughboy and his tender maid.

But when her cruel parents they became to know
That her love, he was ploughing on the plain,
They sent for a press gang and pressed her love away.
And they sent him to the wars to be slain, to be slain,
They sent him to the wars to be slain.

And that he was on the sea, his love on England's shore,
He swore by every star that rose on high,
That he never to the ploughing would go lest she be at his side
Together and forever by and by, by and by;
Together and forever by and by.