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Title
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Harvest song
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Singer
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Sawyer, David [Phoebus]
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
When we arise all in the morn,
For to sound our harvest horn,
We will sing to the full jubilee, jubilee;
We will sing to the full jubilee.
Verse 2
The first thing we take in hand
Is the horn all from the can,
And we'll drink to the bottom, you shall find, you shall find,
And we'll drink to the bottom, you shall find.
Verse 3
Our master comes and says,
'We will have this field today,
If the glorious sun it does shine, it does shine;
If the glorious sun it does shine.
Verse 4
So do not stop to prattle
When you hear the wagons rattle,
For bright Phoebus is drawing to the west, to the west;
For bright Phoebus is drawing to the west.'
Verse 5
Our master's very kind,
So his orders we will mind,
And our mistress is always as good, as good,
And our mistress is always as good.
Verse 6
Sends us plenty of good beer,
And it keeps us in good cheer,
While we pile heavy sheaves on the load, on the load;
While we pile heavy sheaves in the load.
Verse 7
Then we'll sing and we will say -
'Heaven bless the happy day
That the harvest was in a flowing bowl, flowing bowl;
That the harvest was in a flowing bowl.'
