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Title
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Cottage well thatched with straw
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Singer
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Radband, Henry
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
In the days of yore there sat at his door
An old farmer and thus said he,
With his pipe and his glass - 'I wish that half
The world was just as happy as me.
I envy not the rich nor the great,
Nor the proudest I ever saw
While I have home brewed, brown bread,
And a cottage well thatched with straw.
Chorus
A cottage well thatched with straw,
A cottage well thatched with straw,
While I have home brewed, brown bead.
And a cottage well thatched with straw.
Verse 2
My father he built this snug little cot,
He got it, I'll tell you how,
Twas the sweetest money that ever was got
For 'twas earned with the sweat of his brow
'Now,' says my old dad, 'take care my lad,
To keep out of the squire's claw,
While you have home brewed, brown bread
And a cottage well thatched with straw.
Chorus
Verse 3
'Neither ragged or torn, I turn from his door,
But give him a crust of brown,
And a drop of my home brewed beer my boys,
To wash the brown crust down.'
Though rich I be, it might happen on me,
Misfortune might fall on my (close)
And on my home brewed, brown bread,
And on my cottage well thatched with straw.
Chorus
Verse 4
Be it frost or snow, to church I go,
No matter the weather how,
And a favourite prayer I put up there
To Him who speeds the plough:
Now Sunday saints they meet all the week,
With their ranting chanting gall,
But they'll never get home brewed, brown bread,
Nor a cottage well thatched with straw.
Chorus
