Come all jolly fellows that love to
Attend unto me, and sit easy;
A pint when it's quiet, come lads let
us try it,
For thinking can drive a man crazy.
plowing and sowing and reaping and
King Nature affords me a plenty;
I've a cellar well-stored, and a
And my garden provides every dainty.
have lawns, I have bowers,
I have fields, I have flowers,
And the lark is my morning alarmer.
So you jolly boys, now, here's a
health to the plow,
Long life and success
to the Farmer.
Let the wealthy and
great roll in splendour and state,
I envy them not, I declare it.
For I eat my own hams, my own chickens
And I shear my own sheep and I wear
Were it not for my seeding you'd
get but poor feeding,
I'm sure you would all starve without
I'm always content when I've paid
And I'm happy when friends are about
Draw near to my table, my lads if
Let me hear not one word of complaining.
For the jingling of glasses all music
And I love to see bottles a-draining.
here I am king, I can laugh, drink,
And let no man appear as a stranger.
But show me the ass who refuses a
And I'll treat him to hay in the
Brought to OAT by Dale Hill,
who said it had first appeared in
the first part of the 19th Century
on a series of jam jars, one verse
per jar, with a total of (many) verses.