Solas - The Ploughman lyrics

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 sweet as the rose, the rose For his breath is as sweet as the rose Well, a plowman in his shirt completely does his work And so loudly to the little boy does call Saying, "Be nimble and be quick with the swishing of your stick" And so merrily he rattles them along, along And do merrily he rattles them along When our shears are shod, to the blacksmith off we trod And so loudly to the blacksmith we do call Saying, "Be nimble and be quick, throw your blows in thick" And so merrily he'll swing his hammer 'round, around And so merrily he'll swing his hammer 'round When our shears are done, to the alehouse we do run And so loudly to the landlord we do call Saying, "Bring to us some beer, for while I am here" A plowman is always running dry, dry A plowman is always running dry