Gow's Fareweel to Whiskey/Harvest Home
HARVEST HOME.
HAIL! hail to the meary harvest home, To sport, and song, and nappy ale;Let ev’ry friend and neighbour come, No proud distinction here prevail.Hail, &c.
The master and the humble hind, Here pass the jest with equal glee.The wife is as the master kind, And all is hospitality. Hail &c.
Now rustic Robin sings of love, And gigling Jane approves the lay,Anon the merry dancers move, While gaily glide the hours away.Hail &c.
United each tongue, unlock’d each heart, Good humour uncorrupted flows.To grief till day-light bids them part, Such joys the harvest home bestows.Hail, &c.