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26.—THE MERRY HAYMAKERS.
1 The golden sun is shining bright, The dew is off the field; To us it is our main delight
The fork and rake to wield. The pipe and tabor both shall play,
The viols loudly ring, From morn till eve each summer day, As we go haymaking.
The pipe and tabor, &c.
2 As we, my boys, haymaking go.
Ail in the month of June, Both Tom and Bet, and Jess and Joe, Their happy hearts in tune.
0 up come lusty Jack and Will, With pitchfork and with rake,
And up come dainty Doll and Jill, The sweet, sweet hay to make. The pipe and tabor, &c.
3 O when the haysel all is done,
Then in the arish grass. The lads shall have their fill of fun,
Each dancing with his lass. The good old farmer and his wife
Shall bring the best of cheer,
1 would it were, aye, odds my life !
Haymaking all the year.
The pipe and tabor, &c. |
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