The Harvest Home's a home indeed;
  If my lord bishop drank ale there,
He'd want to kiss the beggar wench,
  And change his gown with her, I swear.

The Harvest Home's a place to love,
  There is no better booze on sale;
Angels in Heaven - I take my oath -
  Can find no better glass of ale.

There's courage in such booze as that:
  Old Dicky drank but one small mug,
And then, to please the harvest girls,
  Said, 'Look!' and swallowed a live frog.

The landlord draws to suit my taste,
  I never knew his wife to fail;
But, somehow, what the daughter draws
  Is - by my soul and body - Ale!