Gow's Fareweel to Whiskey/Harvest Home
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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.
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.
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.
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.
Good humour uncorrupted flows.
To grief till day-light bids them part,
Such joys the harvest home bestows.
Hail, &c.