Drink, Boys, Drink

Our sheep-shear is over and summer is past
Here's a health to our mistress all in a full glass
For she is a good woman and provides us with cheer
Here's a health to our mistress, so drink up your beer.

Here's an health unto the master, he's the founder of the feast
We hope to God with all our hearts that his soul in heaven do rest
Here's hoping that he prospers, whatever he takes in hand
For we are all his servants and we are at his command.

Cho: So drink boys, drink, and see that you do not spill
If you do you shall drink two, for that is our master's will.

And now we've drunk to the master's health, and why shouldn't the
Missus go free
Why shouldn't she go up to heaven, up to heaven as well as he
For she is a good provider, abroad as well as at home
So take your cup and sup it up, for 'tis our harvest-home.

From For Pence and Spicy Ale, Watersons
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