The Pleasures of a Country Life

How melancholy crows the cock,
I heard the sound of the village clock,
The dairy maid she?s beneath the cow,
While Roger?s whistling at the plough,
If these be pleasures you delight,
Farewell me from a country life.

The poor man thrashed all day in the barn,
Thrashing and to sing, and thinking no harm,
At night he comes home, quite tired from his labour,
He takes his short pipe, and he smoked with his neighbor;
If these be the pleasures you delight
Fare you well me, from a country life

The team comes home, the ploughboy he whistles,
The great dog he barks, the turkey cock griffe?s.
The ravens they croak, the magpies they chatter.
Quack ! quack ! say the ducks as they swim on the water:
If these be pleasures you delight,
Fare you well me from a country life,

The hogs they grunt for grains and swill,
Up comes the dairy maids calling for Will,
To feed the fat ducks, and to keep them from brawling.
The geese and the turkies are always a squalling.
If these be plesures you delight,
Fare you well me from a country life.

We feed on butter milk, curds and whey,
God deliver me from it ! I heartily pray.
The ravens they croak, the magpies they chatter,
Quack ! quack ! say the ducks, as they swim on the water:
If these by the pleasures you delight,
Fare you well from me a country life.

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