From The Book of Popular Songs, Philadelphia, 1860.


LONG LIFE AND SUCCESS TO THE FARMER.
Tune–Tea in the Arbor, or “Over the Water to Charlie.”

Come each jovial fellow, that loves to be mellow,
  Attend unto me and sit easy,
We'll rest from our labors, like friends and good neighbors,
  All toiling will make a man crazy;
Here each is a king, let us laugh, joke, and sing,
  Let no one appear as a stranger,
But show me the ass, that hates a cup or a lass,
  And I'll order him hay in a manger.

Chorus—But show me the ass, &c.

By reaping, by sowing, by ploughing and mowing,
  Dame nature supplies me with plenty,
I’ve cellar well stored and a plentiful board,
  And my cupboard affords every dainty;
I've all things in season—partake them with reason,
  I’m here as a Justice of quorum;
At my cabin's far end, I've a bed for a friend,
  A warm fireside and some jorum.

Chorus—At my cabin's far end, &c.

Let the proud and the great, feast in splendor and state
  I envy them not, I declare it,
I eat my own lamb, my own eggs, fowl, and ham,
  I shear my own fleece and I wear it;
I’ve woods, and I’ve bowers, I've fields, and I’ve flowers,
  The lark is my daily alarmer.
Then my jolly friends now, here is God speed the plough,
  Long life and success to the Farmer.

Chorus—Then my jolly friends now, &c.