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The Braes o Broo / The Ploughman Laddie
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Roud 5572
; G/D 3:443
; Ballad Index Ord254
; trad.]
Katherine Campbell: Songs From North-East Scotland, John Ord: Bothy Songs and Ballads
Gavin Greig collected The Braes o Broo from William Watson (1836-1919) and printed in the Buchan Observer on 16 March 1909.
Katherine Campbell included this as The Plooman Laddie in her book Songs From North-East Scotland, a selection for performers from The Greig-Duncan Folk Song Collection, and sang it on the CD included with the book.
The Spiers Family sang The Braes o Broo on their 2012 album Oh, Gin I Were There…. They noted:
Emma [Spiers] first heard this song on the CD accompanying Katherine Campbell’s book, Songs From North-East Scotland. It’s a very gentle look at changing times in rural NE Scotland.
This video shows the Spiers Family singing The Braes o Broo in June 2013:
Malinky sang The Braes o Broo in 2019 on their 20th anniversary album Handsel. They noted:
Fiona [Hunter] found this song in the Greig-Duncan collection, with particular thanks to Kath Campbell’s singers’ edition of the monumental 8-volume compilation which contains over 3,000 song versions. Sometimes called The Plooman Laddie, it’s an unusual female perspective on changing times and fashions of the time.
The text is mainly from the singing of William Watson of New Byth, a village between Turriff and Strichen in the North-East, with some additions from Margaret Gillespie, the sister of collector James Duncan and a prolific contributor to her brother’s work, with an astonishing repertoire of 466 songs.
Lyrics
Katherine Campbell sings The Plooman Laddie
Get up, get up, ye lazy loons,
Get up an’ waur them a’, man,
For the Braes o’ Broo are ill to ploo,
They’re roch and reesky a’, man.
Chorus (after each verse):
But the plooman laddie’s my delight,
And the plooman laddie loves me,
They say the plooman lad’s wi’ me
When I’m sure he’s no near me.
Oh, he’s ta’en up his owsen gaud,
An’ it sets him weel to ca’, man,
He’s laid it o’er the owsen bow.
Says, Scurry, come awa’, man.
What think ye o’ oor ploomen noo,
Wi’ their high-cuttin’ ploos and a’, man?
But it wasna sae ance in a day
When the wooden pleuchie ploo’d a’, man.
What think ye o’ oor fairmers noo
Wi’ their binders ane and a’, man?
But it wasna sae ance in a day
When the plooman shure it a’, man.
What think ye o’oor fairmers noo
Wi’ their thrashin’ mulls and a’, man?
But it wasna sae ance on a day
When the plooman threesh it a’, man.
What think ye o’ oor lasses noo
Wi’ their bicycles sae braw, man?
But it wasna sae ance on a day,
That widna dee at a’, man.
It’s I will wash my plooman’s hose,
And brush his dubby sheen, man,
An’ I’ll maybe be a plooman’s wife
Or a’ thae days be deen, man.
Malinky sings The Braes o Broo
Chorus (mostly after every other verse):
The plooman laddie’s my delight,
The plooman laddie loves me,
They say the plooman lad’s wi’ me
When I’m sure he is no near me.
Get up, get up, ye lazy loons,
Get up an’ waur them a’, man,
The Braes o’ Broo are ill to ploo,
They’re roch and reesky a’, man.
Oh, he’s ta’en up his owsen gaud,
It sets him weel tae ca’, man,
He’s laid it o’er the owsen bow.
Says, Scurry, come awa’, man.
(Chorus)
What think ye o’ oor ploomen noo,
Wi’ their high-cuttin’ ploos and a’, man?
It wasna sae ance in a day
When the wooden pleuchie ploo’d a’, man.
What think ye o’ oor fairmers noo
Wi’ their binders ane and a’, man?
It wasna sae ance in a day
When the plooman shure it a’, man.
(Chorus)
What think ye o’ oor lasses noo
Wi’ their bicycles sae braw, man?
It wasna sae ance in a day,
That widna dee at a’, man.
What think ye o’ oor lasses noo
Wi’ their parasols and a’, man?
At kirk or mairket when they gang,
Wi a’ their ribbons braw, man.
(instrumental chorus)
I’ve learned tae spin wi’ threads sae fine,
My ploughman lad tae clead, man.
I’ll weave the hose tae hap his feet,
The bonnet for his heid, man.
It’s I will wash my plooman’s hose,
And brush his dubby sheen, man,
I’ll maybe be a plooman’s wife
Ere a’ thae days be deen, man.
(2 × Chorus)