Another Health Drinking.
Behold, and see, his glass is full,
At which he’ll take a hearty pull,
He takes it out with such long wind,
That he’ll not leave one drop behind.
Behold and see what he can do,
He has not put it in his shoe;
He has not drank one drop in vain,
He’ll slake his thirst, then drink again.
Here’s a health unto my brother John,
It’s more than time that we were gone;
But drink your fill, and stand your ground,
This health is called the plough-boys round.
To this may be added the following.
A Health Drinking.
There was a man from London came,
With a rum-bum-bum-bare-larum;
Drink up your glass for that’s the game,
And say ne’er a word, except—Mum.
The great object is to start something which will catch some unguarded reply in lieu of saying “Mum,” when the party so unguardedly replying, is fined to drink two glasses.
For the beginning of Harvest there is this
Harvest Song.