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 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 ſare-ſide and a jorum.

If it was not my feeding, 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 giaſſes 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 to the farmer