Riddle cum Ruddle, the harvest’s whoam;
An’ varmer be merry, an’ me an’ Jack
Sing Riddle cum Ruddle, the harvest’s whoam.
There’s wuts for the horses and hay for the cow—
Riddle cum Ruddle, the harvest’s whoam;
And wheat for bread, and barley for brew—
Sing Riddle cum Ruddle, the harvest’s whoam
Young randy lovers may praise the Spring—
Riddle cum Ruddle, the harvest’s whoam;
But this be the time ver to dance and sing