Harvest Song from "King Arthur" (Your hay it is mow'd, and your corn is reap'd)

Comus. Your hay it is mow'd, and your corn is reap'd;
Your barns will be full, and your hovels heap'd:
Come, my boys, come;
Come, my boys, come;
And merrily roar out harvest-home;
Harvest-home,
Harvest-home;
And merrily roar out harvest-home.
Chorus. Come, my boys, come, &c.

First Man. We ha' cheated the parson, we 'll cheat him again,
For why should a blockhead ha' one in ten?
One in ten,
One in ten;
For why should a blockhead ha' one in ten?
Chorus. One in ten.
One in ten;
For why should a blockhead ha' one in ten?

Second Man. 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.
Chorus. Burn to pot, &c.

Third Man. We 'll toss off our ale till we cannot stand,
And heigh for the honor of old England;
Old England,
Old England;
And heigh for the honor of old England.
Chorus. Old England, &c.