  The ploughman he comes home at night, When he is wet and weary, Puts off the wet, puts on the dry, And goes to bed my deary. I will wash the ploughman’s clothes, I will wash them clean, O; I will wash the ploughman’s clothes, And dry them on the green, O. The ploughman he comes home fu’ late, When he wi’ wark is weary; Dights off his shirt that is se wet; And supper makes him cheery. I will wash the ploughman’s clothes, I will wash them white, O; I will wash the ploughman’s clothes, And dry them on the dyke, O. |
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