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Title
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Welcome the harvest home
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Singer
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Sawyer, David [Phoebus]
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
Oh come, let us see how your liquors be,
Fill up a glass and drink to each lass,
And gently jog her on your knee,
'Twill make her kinder grow.
Verse 2
For we are the lads with a hey-down-derry,
Drinking ale as brown as a berry,
And the good strong beer will drown dull care,
And welcome the harvest home.
Verse 3
Now Jack and Sue come tumbling in,
With the big, brown jug, so neat and trim,
And now John Barleycorn is in,
Why, let us merry, merry be.
Verse 4
Now Jack and Sue proposed a dance,
It was agreed upon by chance,
That they should trip it on the grass,
And the fiddler should play them a tune.
Verse 5
And every lad took forth his lass,
And gently led her on the grass,
While round went his tail, like a windmill sail,
To welcome the harvest home.
Verse 6
Now, just before the dance was done,
'Thou art out', said Dick; 'I'm not,' said John;
'The fiddler played it wrong', said Tom,
'So we'll have it over again'.
Verse 7
For we are the lads with a hey-down-derry,
Drinking ale as brown as a berry,
And the good strong beer will drown dull care,
And welcome the harvest home.
