THE PLOUGHBOY LADS (trad.)

When she was only sixteen years
Her beauty she was wearing.
But little, little did she know
That soon she'd be a-grieving-o.

For the ploughboy lads are gambol lads,
They'll court you and deceive you.
Oh, they'll take a' and gang awa'
And leave the lassies grieving-o.

If she'd stayed home when she was told
And done her mommy's bidding-o,
She'd not be sitting by yon fireside
Singing, "Hushabye, my baby-o."

For the ploughboy lads are gambol lads,
They'll court you and deceive you.
Oh, they'll take a' and gang awa'
And leave the lassies grieving-o.

Hushabye, she's your ma,
But the Lord knows who's your daddy-o.
So, maids take care and do beware
Of the young men in the glowing-o.

For the ploughboy lads are gambol lads,
They'll court you and deceive you.
Oh, they'll take a' and gang awa'
And leave the lassies grieving-o.

From the Dubliners record "Fifteen Years On". I'm not sure about the "gambol", but it sounded like that.

NG