Volume 5 — A SONG.
Reading edition
[Listen]
YOur Hay it is mow’d, and your Corn is reap’d, Your Barns will be full, and your Hovels heap’d; Come, my Boys come, Come, my Boys come, And merrily roar our Harvest home: Harvest home, Harvest home, And merrily roar our Harvest home. Come, my Boys come, &c. We ha’ cheated the Parson, we’ll cheat him agen, For why should a Blockhead ha’ One in Ten: One in Ten, One in Ten, For why should a Blockhead ha’ One in Ten, One in Ten, &c. For prating too long, like a Book learnt Sot, ’Till Pudding and Dumpling are burnt to Pot: Burnt to Pot, Burnt to Pot, ’Till Pudding and Dumpling are burnt to Pot. Burnt to Pot, &c. We’ll toss off our Ale till we cannot stand, And hey for the Honour of old England; Old England, Old England, And hey for the Honour of old England, Old England, &c.
