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 I am always content when I'va paid my rent And happy whea friends are about me; Draw close to the table my boys while your able, Let me hear no words of complaining For the jingling of glass snono [sic] music surpasses, I love to see bottles a draining.

Let the mighty and great roll in splendour and state, I envy them not I declare it; I’ll eat my own lamb my own chickens and ham, And I'll shear my own sheep and I'll wear it. I've lawns and I’ve bowers, I've fruit and I've flowers, The lark is my daily alarmer; So my jolly boys now, that follow the plough, Drink Long Life and Success to' the Farmer.

O’er barren hills and flowery dales, O'er seas and distant shores, With merry songs and jocund tales, I’ve pas'd some pleasant hours, Thi’ waudering thus I ne'er could find A girl like b’ythesome Sally;