DESCRIPTION:
This was inspired by an old two-handled mug that my wife bought recently -- it has the words of the Farmer's Toast inscribed on it. Assumed to be 19th century (both mug and words), the sentiments of good health and simple sufficiency, laced with a bit of generosity are nicely optimistic. I discovered that the tune commonly used for this was written by Eric Winter (there is an older tune, I am told, but it is easier learning from John Kirkpatrick). (this was a Jon Boden "A Folk Song a Day"). Sung by Alan Rosevear in Exeter, Roud Number 1603.

FARMER'S TOAST
Come each jolly fellow who seeks to be mellow
Attend unto me and sit easy
For a pint when it's quiet, my lads, let us try it
Dull thinking will drive a man crazy
Chorus: I have lawns, I have bowers, I have fruits, I have flowers
And the lark is my morning alarmer
So my jolly boys now, Pray God speed the plough
Long life and success to the farmer

Draw near to my table, my lads, if you're able
Let me hear not one word of complaining
For the tinkling of glasses all music surpasses
And I love to see bottles a-draining
For here I am king, I will dance, drink and sing
Let no man appear as a stranger
And show me the ass who refuses a glass
And I'll treat him to hay in a manger
(Chorus)

Let the wealthy and great roll in splendour and state,
I envy them not, I declare it
For I eat my own ham, my own chicken and lamb
I shear my own fleece and I wear it
By ploughing and sowing, by reaping and mowing
Kind nature affords me aplenty
I've a cellar well stored and a plentiful board
And a garden affords every dainty
(Chorus)