Per request, here is "The Farm Servant," not nesessarily the way I first learned it, but rather the way I currently find myself singing it. The tune is a variant of Lincolnshire Poacher/Chandler's Boy/ The Thing. I don't know how to do the ABCs for it, but maybe we can entice Jeri to come to our aid.

When I was a farmer's servant, I liked me bit of fun.
I always minded me business, as servants always done.
Whenever me master he'd go out to view the fields so gay,
I'd be round the back door with me X X X (knocks or raps)
With never a word to say, no, never a word to say.

Twas on a Thursdaay afternoon, me master to market did go.
He told me to mind his business as servants always do.
As soon as me master he was gone, I blundered out of that barn,
And was round the back door with me X X X,
And never a thought of harm, no, never a thought of harm.

Me mistress met me at the door and asked me to come in.
When I complained of a belly ache, she give to me some gin.
She give to me some gin me boys, with never a word to say.
Well, there I was with me X X X,
And a-courtin we went straight way, me boys, a-courtin we went staight way.

We hadn't been a-courtin, not half an hour or more.
Me mistress took so well to the sport, I thought she'd never give o'er.
"You've won me heart forever, me love, your master no more for me.
"For he can't manage that X X X,
"Not half so well as thee, me love, not half so well as thee."

Now when me master he come home, he asked me how I'd got on.
I told him I'd minded his business, as servants always done.
He give to me best ale me boys, but little did he know
That I'd been there with me X X X.
If he had, he'd never done so, I'm sure, if he had he'd never done so.