The End of Harvest Come home, lord, singing, ['Harvest Lord,' or foreman] Come home, corn bringing. 'Tis merry in hall, Where beards wag all. Once had thy desire, Pay workman his hire: Let none be beguil'd, Man, woman, nor child. Thank God ye shall, And adieu for all. |
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