The bonny labouring boy, song

Corney McDaid, singing in English
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As I roved out one morning fair all in the bloom of spring
I heard a lovely maid complain and gravely did she sing
Saying cruel were my parents they did me do annoy
For they would not let me tarry with my bonnie labouring boy

His cheeks were like the roses red, his eyes as black as sloes
He was meek in his behaviour wherever that he goes
Well-sized, both neat and wise like a maiden’s chastity
If I had my will I still would be in my love’s company

Oh Johnny was my true love’s name as you may plainly see
My parents they employed him for their labouring boy to be
To plough and harrow and sow the seed down on my father’s land
I quickly fell in love with him as you may understand

Says the mother to the daughter why do you stoop so low
To go and marry a labouring boy around the world to go
Some noble lord might fancy you great riches to enjoy
And do not throw yourself away on a poor labouring boy

Says the daughter to the mother your talk is all in vain
For dukes and lairds and knights or lords their efforts I would distain
I would rather live a humble life for times I could enjoy
And loving him with great respect with my bonnie labouring boy

If I had all the riches that great men have in store
I would freely bestowed them on the lad I do adore
His beauty so entangled me the same I’ll never deny
In the arms of my bonnie boy I would like to live and die

So fill your glasses to the brim let the toast go gaily round
Here’s health to every labouring boy who ploughs and harrows the ground
For when his work is over till his home he will go with joy
And happy is the girl who gets a bonnie labouring boy

see also   The bonny labouring boy / Grace Toland   The bonny labouring boy / Margaret McEleney