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Come each jolly fellow that loves to be mellow, Attend unto me and sit easy One jorum in quiet my boys we will try it, Dull thinking will make a man crazy; For here I am king, let us drink, laugh and sing, Let no man appear as a stranger; But show me the art that refuses his glass, And I'll order him hay in a manger.

By plowing and sowing, by reaping and mowing. Dame nature supplies us with plenty; I’ve a cellar well stor'd and a plentiful board, And my garden affords every dainty I have all things in season, both woodcock and pheasant. I am here as justice of Quorum; In my cabin's far end I've a bed for a friend, With a clean fire side and a jorum.

Were it not for my seeding, you’d get but poor feeding YonYou [sic] would surely be all starv’d without me;