There was a rich farmer's daughter in Sligo County
Sweet hearts she had many of the highest degree
She rode in fine splendor and was free from all care
'Til her father's own ploughboy her heart did ensnare

One day as she walking her father's domain
Young Willie the ploughboy was ploughing the main
He whistled so sweetly, caused the woods to resound
While the birds on the bramble were silent around

She eased off her walking and lay under a shade
While on Willie the ploughboy the whole time she gazed
What won her completely was he sung a fine song
Just to cheer up his horses as they ploughed along

She called on her ploughboy for to rest for a while
But he just waved back with a cheer and a smile
Her cheek bloomed likes roses as to him he did say
You have fair won me heart, love here alone we will stay

Give over your ploughing and come along with me
Give over your ploughing and we'll plough the deep sea
We'll sail to America and happy we will be
We'll say farewell to old Ireland and Sligo County.

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 11-Jul-02.