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Sung by Mr Lowe in Harlequin Sorcerer, 1752. This edition includes a keyboard reduction of the original instrumental accompaniment; a full version is also available.
Lyrics: Anon
Come Roger and Nell, come Simkin and Bell,
Each lad with his lass hither come;
With singing and dancing, in pleasure advancing
To celebrate Harvest Home.
'Tis Ceres bids play and keep holiday
To celebrate Harvest Home.
Our labour is o'er, our barns in full store
Now swell with rich gifts of the land;
Let each man then take, for the prong and the rake,
His can and his lass in his hand.
'Tis Ceres ...
No courtiers can be as happy as we,
In innocence, pastime and mirth,
While thus we carouse with our sweetheart or spouse,
And rejoice o'er the fruits of the earth.
'Tis Ceres ...
Come Roger and Nell, come Simkin and Bell,
Each lad with his lass hither come;
With singing and dancing, in pleasure advancing
To celebrate Harvest Home.
'Tis Ceres bids play and keep holiday
To celebrate Harvest Home.
Our labour is o'er, our barns in full store
Now swell with rich gifts of the land;
Let each man then take, for the prong and the rake,
His can and his lass in his hand.
'Tis Ceres ...
No courtiers can be as happy as we,
In innocence, pastime and mirth,
While thus we carouse with our sweetheart or spouse,
And rejoice o'er the fruits of the earth.
'Tis Ceres ...