The Ploughman Lyrics & Chords By David Parsons

Gladwin If I were a Ploughman I would plough your barren land Sow my seeds of love with care Hoping the fruits of passion they'll bear Chorus: I could be anything for...read more

Well, a plowman dresses fine, he drinks strong ale and wine And the best of tobacco he does smoke Pretty maids don't think amiss a plowman for to kiss For his breath is as...read more

The Ploughman he's a bony lad, His mind is ever true, jo, His garters knit below his knee, His bonnet it is blue, jo. ch. Then up wi't a', my Ploughman lad, And hey,...read more