The hay is mowed the corn is reaped

Our barns are full and our baskets heaped

Come me boys, come, come me boys

Merrily roar out harvest home

Harvest home, harvest home

Merrily roar out harvest home

The fruit is safely gathered in

Before the winter storms begin

Come me boys…….

We’ve gathered all that we have sown

And now give thanks unto the Lord

Come me boys…….

We’ve cheated the parson we’ll cheat him again

Why should the old bugger have one in ten

Come me boys…….

For staying while dinner is cold and hot

And pudding and dumpling’s burnt to the pot

Come me boys…….

We’ll drink our ale till we confound

And pray for the honour of old England

Come me boys…….

The hay is mowed the corn is reaped

Our barns are full and our baskets heaped

Come me boys…….