Ah well I was no' but sweet sixteen With beauty chance a blooming oh It's little little did I think At nineteen I'd be grieving oh Chorus Well the ploughboy lads they're all braw lads But they're false and they're deceiving oh They'll take your all and they'll gang away And leave the lassies grievin' oh Ah well I was fond of company And I gave the ploughboys freedom oh To kiss and clasp me in the dark When all me friends were sleeping oh Well if I did know what I know now And I took me mothers biddin' oh I wouldn't be sittin' by our fireside Crying hush a ba my baby oh Well it's hush a ba for I'm your ma But the Lord knows who's your daddy oh And I'll take care and I'll beware Of the ploughboys in the gloaming oh