Harvest-Home
[FROM an old copy without printer’s name or date.]
COME, Roger and Nell,Come, Simpkin and Bell,Each lad with his lass hither come;With singing and dancing,And pleasure advancing,To celebrate harvest-home!
Chorus. ’Tis Ceres bids play,And keep holiday,To celebrate harvest-home!Harvest-home!Harvest-home!To celebrate harvest-home!
Our labour is o’er,Our barns, in full store,Now swell with rich gifts of the land;Let each man then take,For the prong and the rake,His can and his lass in his hand.For Ceres, &c.
No courtier can beSo happy as we,In innocence, pastime, and mirth;While thus we carouse,With our sweetheart or spouse,And rejoice o’er the fruits of the earth.For Ceres, &c.