Farmer's Toast

Come all jolly fellows that love to be mellow,
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.

By plowing and sowing and reaping and mowing,
King Nature affords me a plenty;
I've a cellar well-stored, and a plentiful board,
And my garden provides every dainty.

I 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 lambs,
And I shear my own sheep and I wear it.

Were it not for my seeding you'd get but poor feeding,
I'm sure you would all starve without me.
I'm always content when I've paid my rent,
And I'm happy when friends are about me.

Draw near to my table, my lads if you're able,
Let me hear not one word of complaining.
For the jingling of glasses all music surpasses,
And I love to see bottles a-draining.

For here I am king, I can laugh, drink, or sing,
And let no man appear as a stranger.
But show me the ass who refuses a glass,
And I'll treat him to hay in the manger.

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.

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