A song I like very much. I know a slightly different version by The Exiles, but here is the version as printed in N. Buchan, P. Hall, The Scottish Folksinger (one obvious error mended, one possible error indicated):

Plooman Laddies

1. Doon yonder den, there's a plooman lad
an' some simmer's day he'll be a' my ain.

An' sing laddie-aye, an' sing laddie-o
the plooman laddies are a' the go.

2. I love his teeth an' I love his skin
I love the very cairt he hurls in...

3. Doon yonder den I coulda gotten a merchant,
bit a' his stuff wisna worth a groat...

4. Doon yonder den I coulda gotten a miller,
bit the smell o' dust widda deen me ill...

5. It's ilka time I gyang tae the stack,
I hear his wheep gie the ither crack...

6. I see him comin' fae (frae?) yonder toon,
wi' a' his ribbons hingin' roon an' roon...

7. An' noo she's gotten her plooman lad,
as bare as ever he left the ploo...

Wolfgang