RIDDLE CUM RUDDLE
Reading edition
The wains be unloaded, the ricks be in stack— Riddle cum Ruddle, the harvest’s whoam; An’ varmer be merry, an’ me an’ Jack Sing Riddle cum Ruddle, the harvest’s whoam. There’s wuts for the horses and hay for the cow— Riddle cum Ruddle, the harvest’s whoam; And wheat for bread, and barley for brew— Sing Riddle cum Ruddle, the harvest’s whoam Young randy lovers may praise the Spring— Riddle cum Ruddle, the harvest’s whoam; But this be the time ver to dance and sing Riddle cum Ruddle! Riddle cum Ruddle! Riddle cum Ruddle! The harvest’s whoam!