Gow's Fareweel to Whiskey/Harvest Home

by anon

HARVEST HOME.

HAIL! hail to the meary harvest home,
 To sport, and song, and nappy ale;
Let ev’ry friend and neighbour come,
 No proud distinction here prevail.
Hail, &c.

The master and the humble hind,
 Here pass the jest with equal glee.
The wife is as the master kind,
 And all is hospitality.
Hail &c.

Now rustic Robin sings of love,
 And gigling Jane approves the lay,
Anon the merry dancers move,
 While gaily glide the hours away.
Hail &c.

United each tongue, unlock’d each heart,
 Good humour uncorrupted flows.
To grief till day-light bids them part,
 Such joys the harvest home bestows.
Hail, &c.