Circa 1780 - 1830
Come ye men, come ye maidens, to the harvest feast today,
Bring your sickles and your wagons, bring your hearts so light and gay;
For the corn is ripe and golden, and the reapers' work is done,
And we'll crown the year with gladness when the harvest home is won.
Chorus:
Harvest home, harvest home,
We'll shout the harvest home!
Let the merry anthem rise
And echo through the skies —
Harvest home, harvest home,
We'll shout the harvest home!
Now the ale is in the barrel and the beef upon the fire,
Now the song and jovial carol wake the notes of rustic lyre;
For the ploughman and the reaper now their toils at last have done,
And we'll crown the year with gladness when the harvest home is won.
Collected by:
Broadwood, Vaughan Williams, local antiquarians
Source:
The Box Museum Plymouth Archive ; Box 3180 Page 105; More information can be found at the Vaughan Williams Memorial Library
