The Farmer/The Farmer
THE FARMER
Come each jolly fellow that loves to be mellow,
Attend unto me and sit easy
One jorum in quiet my boys we will try it,
Dull thinking will make a man crazy;
For here I am king, let us drink, laugh and sing,
Let no man appear as a stranger;
But show me the art that refuses his glass,
And I'll order him hay in a manger.
By plowing and sowing, by reaping and mowing.
Dame nature supplies us with plenty;
I’ve a cellar well stor'd and a plentiful board,
And my garden affords every dainty
I have all things in season, both woodcock and pheasant.
I am here as justice of Quorum;
In my cabin's far end I've a bed for a friend,
With a clean fire side and a jorum.
Were it not for my seeding, you’d get but poor feeding
Yon would surely be all starv’d without me;
I am always content when I'va paid my rent
And happy whea friends are about me;
Draw close to the table my boys while your able,
Let me hear no words of complaining
For the jingling of glass sno music surpasses,
I love to see bottles a draining.
Let the mighty and great roll in splendour and state,
I envy them not I declare it;
I’ll eat my own lamb my own chickens and ham,
And I'll shear my own sheep and I'll wear it.
I've lawns and I’ve bowers, I've fruit and I've flowers,
The lark is my daily alarmer;
So my jolly boys now, that follow the plough,
Drink Long Life and Success to' the Farmer.