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The JOYS of the HARVEST.
COME all ye lads and laſſes,
together let us go,
Into ſome pleaſant corn field,
our courage for to ſhow;
With the edges of our ſickles,
ſo brave we clear the land;
Work on my boys the farmer cries,
here’s liquor at command.
With a good old leathern bottle,
and beer that is ſo brown,
We ſtrip and reap together,
while bright Phœbus does go down.
So early in the morning,
the birds begin to ſing,
Such echoes of ſweet harmony,
makes all the groves to ring.
And in comes pretty Nancy,
her colour for to raiſe,
She is a lovely creature,
I muſt ſpeak in her praiſe:
She is a lovely creature,
the flower of my delight,
Through all the groves and foreſts,
I'll range both day and night
