Harvest Song: We Gets Up in the Morn Songtext
von The Watersons

We gets up in the morn
And we sound the harvest horn
Our master is honest for to mind
First thing we take in hand is the stopper from the can
So each man can drink until the bottom he find

Then each man do take his part
And work with hand and heart
While the glorious sun do shine, do shine
While the glorious sun do shine


Our master brings the can, he′s a jolly-hearted man
Come, my lads, and take a drop of the best
And don't you stand and prattle
When you hear the wagons rattle
For the sun he is a-drawing to the west, to the west
For the sun he is a-drawing to the west

Here′s the farmer's daughter dear
Brews us plenty of strong beer
Which is enough to cheer up any soul
Each man shall drink and say
Heaven bless this happy day
When we crown the harvest with a flowing bowl, flowing bowl
When we crown the harvest with a flowing bowl