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'Twill make the parson forget his men, 'Twill make the clerk forget his pen, 'Twill turn a tailor's giddy brain,
And make him break his wand. The blacksmith loves it as his life, It makes the tinker bang his wife, Aye, and the butcher seek his knife
When he has it in his hand !
Chorus. Be frolicsome, etc.
So now to conclude, my merry boys all, Let's with strong liquor take a fall, Although the weakest goes to the wall,
The best is but a play ! For water it concludes in noise, Good ale will cheer our hearts, brave boys ; Then put it round with cheerful voice,
We meet not every day.
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THE COUNTRY FARMER'S VAIN GLORY 1
Our oats they are hoed, and our barley's reap'd, Our hay it is mow'd, and our hovel's heap'd :
Harvest home, harvest home ! We'll merrily roar our harvest home !
Harvest home ! harvest home ! We'll merrily roar our harvest home I
1 From the Roxburghe Ballads. 134 |
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