Dorset

It's of a lawyer as you shall hear A-riding through the city There he beheld a damsel fair Most beautiful and pretty.

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.

Now I be a true-bred country chap, me father comes from Fareham Me mother got some more like I an’ her well knows how to rare [rear] ’em Some people calls I bacon-fat and others turnip ’ead But I can prove I bain’t no calf although I’m country bred.

Twas of a brisk young ploughboy, come listen to this refrain And join with me in chorus and sing the ploughboy’s praise. My song is of the ploughboy’s praise and unto you I’ll relate the same, He whistles and sings and drives his plough, the brave ploughboy.

Come ye men, come ye maidens, to the harvest feast today, Bring your sickles and your wagons, bring your hearts so light and gay; For the corn is ripe and golden, and the reapers' work is done, And we'll crown the year with gladness when the harvest home is won.

When first I went a-waggoning, a-waggoning I did go,I filled me parents’ hearts with sorrow, grief, and woe.And many are the hardships that