Maid of Carronshore/The Jolly Farmer

THE

JOLLY FARMER.

You jolly brave fellows who incline to be mellow
⁠I pray you attend and ſit eaſy,
One jorum in quiet, my lads we will buy it,
⁠Too long thinking will make a man crazy;
It's here I am a king, I will laugh, dance & ſing,
⁠Let no man appear as a ranger;
But ſhow me the aſs that will refuſe his glaſs,
⁠And I'll order him graſs in a manger.

By plowing, and ſowing, reaping and mowing,
⁠Kind Nature ſupports me with plenty;
I have a cellar in ſtore, with a plentiful board,
⁠My garden affords me all dainties:

I have all things in ſeaſon, both woodcock and pheaſant,
⁠And I'm here like a juſtie of orum;
In my cabin-end I have a bed for a friend,
⁠with a clean ſare-ſide and a jorum.

If it was not my feeding, you'd have but poor feeding
⁠You'd ſurely be ſtarving without me;
I'm always content when I do pay my rent,
⁠I'm happy when friends are about me.

Draw near to the table, my boys, when you're able,
⁠Let's not have a word of complaining,
For the tinkling of giaſſes all muſic ſurpaſſes,
⁠I long to ſee hogsheads a-draining.

Let the mighty and great roll is ſplendor and ſtate,
⁠I do not envy them, I declare it;
I will eat my own ham, my chicken and lamb,
⁠I will ſhear my own fleece, and wear it.

I have woods & bowers, with plenty fine flowers,
⁠The lark in May-morning my alarmer;
My jolly boys now, who follow the plow,
⁠Drink long life and (illegible text) to the farmer