The Country Farmer's Vain Glory

Traditional harvest-home ballad

Our oats they are howed, and our barley's reaped, Our hay is mowed, and our hovels heaped; Harvest home! harvest home! We'll merrily roar out our harvest home! Harvest home! harvest home! |: We'll merrily roar out our harvest home! :| We cheated the parson, we'll cheat him again; For why should the vicar have one in ten? One in ten! one in ten! |: For why should the vicar have one in ten? :| For staying while dinner is cold and hot, And pudding and dumpling's burnt to pot; Burnt to pot! burnt to pot! Till pudding and dumpling's burnt to pot, Burnt to pot! burnt to pot! We'll drink off the liquor while we can stand, |: And hey for the honour of old England! Old England! old England! :|