A fine name for a plowboy, less fitting for a singer.

On the Monday, a plowboy from Vale Regis arrived at Monksmoor.

Mechanic, statesman, plowboy, poet, pressed forward to the ranks, emulous of priority alone.

A minister catechizing a raw plowboy, after asking the first question, "Who made you?"

Rittenhouse at fourteen was a plowboy, covering the fences with figures, musing on infinite time and space.

There was a plowboy, Dick, who sometimes came into our field to pluck blackberries from the hedge.

The merry whistle of the plowboy comes up from the field, and the cow lows in the distant pasture.

The plowboy shouted in the sun, and in the purple new-turned furrows flocks of birds hunted for fat worms.

The faithless Mirabel had broken his engagement, and the plowboy was the herald of misfortune who brought his apology.

And while that was not saying much for the plowboy, it was saying a good deal to the dignitary.

He had blond hair, just like a plowboy should, and a lock of it had fallen on his forehead.

But the menace lay in the fact that in the hands of a plowboy the spindilly would not be used with precision.

And so far as it went the observation of the plowboys was correct.

The Pass of Thermopylae was emulated by plowboys.

Recruits were continually coming in, awkward plowboys, but brave and enduring, waiting only to be taught.

Mrs. Rond smoked incessantly, rolling her own cigarettes, from packages of Plowboy tobacco....