Circa 1770s

As I walked out one May morning when may was all in bloom I went into the meadows to taste the sweet perfume I went into the flowery fields to turn my head a while Where I saw Kilpit the pretty ploughing boy, who did my heart beguile.

As this young man was ploughing his furrows deep and low Breaking the clods of pieces, some barely for to sow I wish that pretty ploughing boy my eyes had never seen Was Kilpit the ploughing boy with his harrows sharp and keen.

A worthy rich gentleman a-courting to me came Because I would not marry him my parents did me blame Adieu young men fir ever, farewell for ever adieu It's Kilpit the pretty ploughing boy that have caused my heart to rue.

The ploughboy hearing the lady most sadly to complain Crying, 'Oh my dearest jewel I will ease you of your pain If you will wed a ploughing boy for ever I'll prove true It's you my heart have wondered and I love no one but you

The lady then consented to be his lawful bride And there they went up to the church and there the knot was tied And now they live in pleasure for they have gold in store The lady and the ploughing boy each other do adore.

Collected by:

Sabine Baring‑Gould, Henry Hammond, George Gardiner, Ralph Vaughan Williams, Cecil Sharp, Francis Collinson

Source:

The New Penguin Book of English Folk Songs (2014); p. 56; More information can be found at the Vaughan Williams Memorial Library 

Additional Notes:

Sung by Mr. W. Buckland, Lippenham Buckinghamshire (18 September 1943) also sung by Robert Hard; Roud 986, 19 Entries; Click HERE to listen to a recorded version of the song on YouTube