“Your Hay it is Mow’d, and your Corn is Reap’d,” from King Arthur

Comus.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;

And merrily Roar out Harvest Home.

Chorus.Come, my Boys, come, &c.

1 Man.WE ha’ cheated the Parson, we’ll cheat him agen,

For why shou’d a Blockhead ha’ One in Ten?

One in Ten,

For why shou’d a Blockhead ha’ One in Ten?

2For Prating so long like a Book-learn’d Sot,

Till Pudding and Dumplin burn to Pot,

Burn to Pot,

Till Pudding and Dumplin burn to Pot.

Chorus.Burn to Pot, &c.

3We’ll toss off our Ale till we canno’ stand,

And Hoigh for the Honour of old England:

Old England,

And Hoigh for the Honour of Old England.

Chorus.Old England, &c.