Song, Chant, Poetry, Stories and Satire for the Pagan Community

This entry made: 03/13/2000

Title: We Gets Up in the Morn
Lyrics by: traditional
Tune: traditional
Date:
Source: http://www.paganlibrary.com/music_poetry/we_gets_up_in_the_morn.html
Recorded on: "Frost and Fire: A Calendar of Ritual and Magical Songs," The Waterson Family, 1965.
Subject: Sabbats - Lughnassadh

We gets up in the morn and
We sound the harvest horn
Our master has orders for to mind
First thing we takes in hand
Is the stopper from the can
And so each man can drink until the bottom he find
Then each man shall take his part
And work with hand and heart
While the glorious sun do shine, do shine
While the glorious sun do shine

Oh, the master brings the can
He's a jolly hearted man
"Go'on me lads and take a drop o'the best
But don't ya stand and prattle
When ye hear the wagon's rattle
For the sun she is a'drawin' to the west, to the west
For the sun she is a'drawin' to the west."

Here's the farmer's daughter dear
Brews us plenty of strong beer
Which is enough to cheer up any soul
Each man shall drink and say,
"Heaven bless this happy day!"
When we crown the harvest with a flowin' bowl
Flowin' bowl, when we crown the harvest with a flowin' bowl