Pretty Ploughboy - Eliza Carthy

It’s of a brisk young ploughboy, he was ploughing on the plain

And his horses stood down in yonder shade

It was down in yonder grove he went whistling to his plough

And by chance there he met a pretty maid, pretty maid

And by chance there he met a pretty maid

And when her aged parents they both came for to know

That her love he was ploughing on the plain

They sent for the press gang and sent her love away

And they sent him to the wars to be slain, to be slain

And they sent him to the wars to be slain

So she sailed till she came to the very ship she thought her love lay in

And unto the Captain she did complain

She says, «I'm come in search for my pretty ploughing boy

Who was sent unto the wars to be slain, to be slain

Who was sent unto the wars to be slain.»

So four hundred bright guineas with her hand she did lay down

And so freely she told them out all o’er

Until she got her pretty ploughboy all in her arms

And she hugged him till she got him safe on shore, safe on shore

And she hugged him till she got him safe on shore

And she set those bells to ring and so sweetly she did sing

Just because she saved the lad that she adored, she adored

Just because she saved the lad that she adored