Ancient Poems, Ballads, and Songs of the Peasantry of England
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Ancient Poems, Ballads, and Songs of the Peasantry of England
Ballads, English -- England -- Texts; Songs, English -- England -- Texts
We’ll drink it out of the half-anker, boys,
Here’s a health to the barley-mow!
The half-anker, gallon, &c.
_Cho_. Here’s a health, &c.
We’ll drink it out of the anker, my boys,
Here’s a health to the barley-mow!
The anker, the half-anker, &c.
_Cho_. Here’s a health, &c.
We’ll drink it out of the half-hogshead, boys,
Here’s a health to the barley-mow!
The half-hogshead, anker, &c.
_Cho_. Here’s a health, &c.
We’ll drink it out of the hogshead, my boys,
Here’s a health to the barley-mow!
The hogshead, the half-hogshead, &c.
_Cho_. Here’s a health, &c.
We’ll drink it out of the pipe, my brave boys,
Here’s a health to the barley-mow!
The pipe, the hogshead, &c.
_Cho_. Here’s a health, &c.
We’ll drink it out of the well, my brave boys,
Here’s a health to the barley-mow!
The well, the pipe, &c.
_Cho_. Here’s a health, &c.
We’ll drink it out of the river, my boys,
Here’s a health to the barley-mow!
The river, the well, &c.
_Cho_. Here’s a health, &c.
We’ll drink it out of the ocean, my boys,
Here’s a health to the barley-mow!
The ocean, the river, the well, the pipe, the hogshead,
the half-hogshead, the anker, the half-anker,
the gallon, the pottle, the quart, the pint, the
half-a-pint, the quarter-pint, the nipperkin, and
the jolly brown bowl!
_Cho_. Here’s a health to the barley-mow, my brave boys!
Here’s a health to the barley-mow!
[The above verses are very much _ad libitum_, but always in the third
line repeating the whole of the previously-named measures; as we have
shown in the recapitulation at the close of the last verse.]
THE BARLEY-MOW SONG.
(SUFFOLK VERSION.)
[THE peasantry of Suffolk sing the following version of the _Barley-Mow
Song_.]
HERE’S a health to the barley mow!
Here’s a health to the man
Who very well can
Both harrow and plow and sow!
When it is well sown
See it is well mown,
Both raked and gavelled clean,
And a barn to lay it in.
He’s a health to the man
Who very well can
Both thrash and fan it clean!
THE CRAVEN CHURN-SUPPER SONG.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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