Maid of Carronshore/The Jolly Farmer

You jolly brave fellows who incline to be mellow
I pray you attend and ſit eaſy,
One jorum in quiet, my lads we will buy it,
Too long thinking will make a man crazy;
It's here I am a king, I will laugh, dance & ſing,
Let no man appear as a ſtranger;
But ſhow me the aſs that will refuſe his glaſs,
And I'll order him graſs in a manger.

By plowing, and ſowing, reaping and mowing,
Kind Nature ſupports me with plenty;
I have a cellar in ſtore, with a plentiful board,
My garden affords me all dainties:

​I have all things in ſeaſon, both woodcock and pheaſant,
And I'm here like a juſtie of orum;
In my cabin-end I have a bed for a friend,
with a clean ſire-ſide and a jorum.

If it was not my ſeeding, you'd have but poor feeding
You'd ſurely be ſtarving without me;
I'm always content when I do pay my rent,
I'm happy when friends are about me.

Draw near to the table, my boys, when you're able,
Let's not have a word of complaining,
For the tinkling of glaſſes all muſic ſurpaſſes,
I long to ſee hogsheads a-draining.

Let the mighty and great roll is ſplendor and ſtate,
I do not envy them, I declare it;
I will eat my own ham, my chicken and lamb,
I will ſhear my own fleece, and wear it.

I have woods & bowers, with plenty fine flowers,
The lark in May-morning my alarmer;
My jolly boys now, who follow the plow,
Drink long life and ſucceſs to the farmer.