Your hay it is mow’d

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Henry Purcell - Pop

Your hay it is mow’d

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[GRIMBALD] Your hay it is mow'd, and your corn is reap'd; Your barns will be full, and your hovels heap'd: Come, boys, come; Come, boys, come; And merrily roar out our Harvest Home [FARMERS] Come, boys, come; Come, boys, come; And merrily roar our Harvest Home [GRIMBALD] We cheated the parson, we'll cheat him again For why should a blockhead have one in ten? One in ten One in ten For why should a blockhead have one in ten? For prating so long like a book-learn'd sot Till pudding and dumpling burn to pot Burn to pot Burn to pot Till pudding and dumpling burn to pot [FARMERS] Burn to pot Burn to pot Till pudding and dumpling burn to pot [GRIMBALD] We'll toss off our ale till we cannot stand And heigh for thе honour of Old England: Old England Old England And heigh for the honour of Old England [FARMERS] Old England Old England And heigh for thе honour of Old England

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  • John Dryden
  • Henry Purcell