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[ 3 ] John Preton has good liquor,

good liquor it is aid,

Good liquor makes good blood,

and good blood pretty maids.

She gathers it and he binds it,

he loads it in her arms,

She pitch’d it to the waggoner,

for to fill up his barns.

And thus the indutrious farmer,

by the weetsweat [sic] of his brow,

He labours and endeavours,

to make his barley mow.

Now harvet it’s all over,

and corn it's free from harm;

Before we to the market go,

we mut threh in the barn.

And at the harvet upper,

o merrily we will ing,

We’ll drink a health to the barley-mow,

and to good George our King.

So here’s a good health to the farmers,

or ele we are to blame,

We’ll wih them health and happines,

’till harvet comes again.





Eae, rude Boreas, blut’ring railer,

list ye landmen unto me:

Mes-mates, hear a brother ailor,

ing the dangers of the ea.