• WordNet 3.6
    • n ploughboy a boy who leads the animals that draw a plow
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Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
    • n Ploughboy A boy that drives or guides a team in plowing; a young rustic.
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Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
    • ns Ploughboy a boy who drives or guides horses in ploughing
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Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
Ice. plógr; perh. Celt., Gael. ploc, a block.


In literature:

Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, ploughboy, gentleman, thief.
"The Lady of Loyalty House" by Justin Huntly McCarthy
Servants have as little need of French verbs and hieroglyphics as the ploughboy or the dairymaid.
"The Curse of Education" by Harold E. Gorst
I felt like an overgrown ploughboy beside him.
"The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. 23 (of 25)" by Robert Louis Stevenson
ENTER Chloe and a chorus of ploughboys.
"The Complete Project Gutenberg Works of Jane Austen" by Jane Austen
He has manners like a ploughboy's, and she like a washerwoman's.
"A Little Garrison" by Fritz von der Kyrburg
He makes all our men look like ploughboys.
"A House-Party" by Ouida
First, sweet sleep; having never known what sweet sleep was, I sleep like a baby or a ploughboy.
"Springtime and Other Essays" by Francis Darwin
The deuce if I'm not as hot as a ploughboy!
"Beatrice Boville and Other Stories" by Ouida
The stranger noticed the ploughboy's wonder, but it merely provoked a smile as he slowly loitered along the meadow-path.
"Castle Hohenwald" by Adolph Streckfuss
Washerwomen and ploughboys do not have sick souls.
"Fräulein Schmidt and Mr. Anstruther" by Elizabeth von Arnim

In poetry:

"It's a highly aesthetical bond,
As any mere ploughboy can tell - "
"Of course," replied puzzled old POND.
"I see," said old TOMMY MORELL.
"The Force of Argument" by William Schwenck Gilbert
`Watch the ploughboy duck for the crab and miss,
While the bedesmen munch their dole,
And the buxom wench leaves a lickerish kiss
On the rim of the rounding bowl:
"The Fallen Elm" by Alfred Austin
An unmusical ploughboy whistles down the lane
Not worried at all about the fate of Europe.
While I sit here feeling the subtle pain
Of one whose Tree of God has been uprooted.
"April Dusk" by Patrick Kavanagh