These are Pop Maynard's verses as printed in There Is a Man upon the Farm (The Voice of the People Vol. 20):

Spoken: I'll try one what my father used to sing. He learnt it off his grandfather.

The sun being set and my work it is done.
One more of my days I have spent.
𝄆 Through the meadows to my cottage I tripp?d along
And I set myself down with content. 𝄇

My cottage with woodbine are deck?d all round.
I've just only green at my door.
𝄆 Where in it there's no trouble nor care to be found.
Oh, I've nothing but ground for my floor. 𝄇

My bed's made of flock and my sheets they're home-spun.
No trouble ever enters my breast.
𝄆 At night when I'm weary, I lay myself down
And so sweetly I there take my rest. 𝄇

Like a lark in the morning I rise to my work.
There is nothing perplexing my mind.
𝄆 If a lamb goes astray, I'll so carefully look.
If I'll seek, I am sure for to find. 𝄇

My pipe's made of straw. For an minute I play,
While the lambkins leap over the plain.
𝄆 I am blessed with content. How my time slips away,
And at night to my cottage again. 𝄇

No thoughts about riches never entered my breast.
Nor none of their honours I desire.
𝄆 For the chiefest of my studies in earning of my bread
And proud title I never could admire. 𝄇

Spoken: That's all I know of it.