Henry Purcell
Your hay it is mow’d
[GRIMBALD]
Your hay it is mow'd, and your corn is reap'd;
Your barns will be full, and your hovels heap'd:
Come, boys, come;
Come, boys, come;
And merrily roar out our Harvest Home
[FARMERS]
Come, boys, come;
Come, boys, come;
And merrily roar our Harvest Home
[GRIMBALD]
We cheated the parson, we'll cheat him again
For why should a blockhead have one in ten?
One in ten
One in ten
For why should a blockhead have one in ten?
For prating so long like a book-learn'd sot
Till pudding and dumpling burn to pot
Burn to pot
Burn to pot
Till pudding and dumpling burn to pot
[FARMERS]
Burn to pot
Burn to pot
Till pudding and dumpling burn to pot
[GRIMBALD]
We'll toss off our ale till we cannot stand
And heigh for thе honour of Old England:
Old England
Old England
And heigh for the honour of Old England
[FARMERS]
Old England
Old England
And heigh for thе honour of Old England