“The British ship’s the seaman’s boast,
Success to tredd’s the merchant’s toast,
The miser for his money does pingle,
But my delight’s in the farmer’s ingle.
Chorus—For the farmer’s ingle is the place, etc.
“The sailor boldly ploughs the main,
The soldier flies o’er heaps of slain,
But my wish on earth’s ne’er to live single;
Here’s a bumper to the farmer’s ingle.
Chorus—For the farmer’s ingle is the place,” etc.