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OME all ye lads and laes,

together let us go,

Into ome pleaant corn field,

our courage for to how;

With the edges of our ickles,

o brave we clear the land;

Work on my boys the farmer cries,

here’s liquor at command.

With a good old leathern bottle,

and beer that is o brown,

We trip and reap together,

while bright Phœbus does go down.

So early in the morning,

the birds begin to ing,

Such echoes of weet harmony,

makes all the groves to ring.

And in comes pretty Nancy,

her colour for to raie,

She is a lovely creature,

I mut peak in her praie:

She is a lovely creature,

the flower of my delight,

Through all the groves and forets,

I'll range both day and night