From Broken Hearted I'll Wander by John Faulkner & Dolores Keane:

THE PLOUGHBOY

I once was a ploughboy but a soldier I am now;
I courted lovely molly, a milkmaid, I vow;
I courted lovely Molly, I delight in the terms (her charms?),
For many's the long night I rolled in her arms.

with me rantin, tour a naddy fol de di do.

Now adieu, lovely Molly, I now must away;
There's great honor and promotion in crossing the sea;
And if ever I return it will be in the Spring,
when the lark and the linnet and the nightingale sing.

with me rantin, etc.

I will build me love a castle at the head of the town,
where either lord, duke or earl will e'er pull it down;
and if anybody asks you where you are from,
you can tell them you're a stranger from the County Tyrone.

with me rantin, etc.

Now you may go to all the markets, the gatherings and fairs,
you can go to church on sunday and choose your love there;
and if anybody loves you as well as I do,
I'll not try to stop your wedding love, so fair thee well, adieu.

with me rantin, etc.

She sent to me a posey of the red rose so fine;
I sent her another, it was rue mixed with tine/thyme?;
saying you can keep your red rose, and I will keep my tine,
and you can drink to your true love and I will drink to mine.

with me rantin, etc.


Followed by a lovely version of the jig Doctor O'Neils Favorite.

A truly marvelous recording. One of the gems of my collection. Every piece on it is remarkable.

BeauD