Song Lyrics Unknown - Husbandman And Servingman    [Lyrics & Song Text Archive] lyrics archive>> U>> Unknown Singer Lyrics [Unknown other resources]>> Husbandman And Servingman Song Lyrics Author/Artist/Singer: Unknown Music Title/Track: Husbandman And Servingman Theme ID: 4372 Album: N/A HUSBANDMAN AND SERVINGMAN Servingman: Well met, my brother friend, all at this highway end, So simple all alone, as you can, I pray you tell to me, what may your calling be, Are you not a servingman? Husbandman: No, no, my brother dear, what makes you to inquire Of any such a thing at my hand? Indeed I shall not feign, but I will tell you plain, I am a downright husbandman. Servingman: If a husbandman you be, then go along with me, And quickly you shall see out of hand, How in a little space I will help you to a place, Where you may he a servingman. Husbandman: Kind sir I turn you thanks for your intelligence, These things I receive at your hand; Put something pray now show, that first I may plainly know The pleasures of a servingman. Servingman: Why a servingman has pleasure beyond all sort of measure, With his hawk on his fist, as he does stand; For the game that he does kill, and the meat that does him fill, Are pleasures for the servingman. Husbandman: And my pleasure's more than that, to see my oxen fat, And a good stock of hay by them stand; My plowing and my sowing, my reaping and my mowing, Are pleasures for the husbandman. Servingman: Why it is a gallant thing to ride out with a king, With a lord, duke, or any such man; To hear the horns to blow, and see the hounds all in a row, That is pleasure for the servingman. Husbandman: But my pleasure's more I know, to see my corn to grow, So thriving all over my land; And, therefore, I do mean, with my plowing with my team, To keep myself a husbandman. Servingman: Why the diet that we eat is the choicest of all meat, Such as pig, goose, capon, and swan; Our pastry is so fine, we drink sugar in our wine, That is living for the servingman. Husbandman: Talk not of goose nor capon, give me good beef or bacon, And good bread and cheese, now at hand; With pudding, brawn, and souse, all in a farmer's house, That is living for the husbandman. Servingman: Why the clothing that we wear is delicate and rare, With our coat, lace, buckles, and band; Our shirts are white as milk, and our stockings they are silk, That is clothing for a servingman. Husbandman: But I value not a hair your delicate fine wear, Such as gold is laced upon; Give me a good grey coat, and in my purse a groat, That is clothing for the husbandman. Servingman: Kind sir I it would be bad if none could be had Those tables for to wait upon; There is no lord, duke, nor squire, nor member for the shire, Can do without a servingman. Husbandman: But, Jack it would be worse if there was none of us To follow the plowing of the land; There is neither king, lord, nor squire, nor member for the shire, Can do without the husbandman. Servingman: Kind sir I must confess't, and I humbly protest I will give you the uppermost hand; Although your labour's painful, and mine it so very gainful, I wish I were a husbandman. Husbandman: So come now, let us all, both great as well as small, Pray for the grain of our land; And let us, whatsoever, do all our best endeavor, For to maintain the good husbandman. This traditional version of the preceding ancient dialogue has long been popular at country festivals. At a harvest-home feast at Melborne, in Hampshire, in 1836, we heard it recited by two countrymen, who gave it with considerable humor, and charismatic effect. It was delivered in a sort of chant, or recitative. Davies Gilbert published a very similar copy in his Ancient Christmas Carol. In the modern printed editions, which are almost identical with ours, the term "servantman" has been substituted for the more ancient designation. JY A Dialogue Between The Husbandman and Servingman. Tunes(?): God Speed The Plow And Bless The Corn Mow This ancient dialogue, though in a somewhat altered form (see the ensuing poem), has long been used at country merry makings. It is transcribed from a black-letter copy in the third volume of the Foxburgh collection, apparently one of the imprints of Peter Brooksby, which would make the composition at least as old as the close of the fifteenth century. There are several dialogues of a similar character. JY Argument The servingman the plowman would invite To leave his calling and to take delight; But he to that by no means will agree, Lest he thereby should come to beggary, He makes it plain appear a country life Doth far excel: and so they end the strife. My noble friends give ear, if mirth you love to hear, I'll tell you as fast as I can, A story very true, then mark what doth ensue, Concerning of a husbandman, A servingman did meet a husbandman in the street And thus unto him began: Servingman I pray you tell to me of what calling you he, Or if you be a servingman? Husbandman, Quoth he, my brother dear, the coast I mean to clear, And the truth you shall understand I do no one disdain, but this I tell you plain, I am an honest husbandman. Servingman If a husbandman you be, then come along with me, I'll help you as soon as I can Unto a gallant place, where in a little space, You shall he a servingman. Husbandman. Sir, for your diligence I give you many thanks, These things I receive at your hand I pray you to me Show, whereby that I might know, What pleasures hath a servingman Servingman A Servingman hath pleasure, which passeth time and measure When the hawk on his fist cloth stand; His hood, and his verrils brave, and other things, we have, Which yield joy to a servingman Husbandman. My pleasure's more than that to see my oxen fat, And to prosper well under my hand; And therefore I do mean, with my horse, and with my team, To keep myself a husbandman. Servingman 0 'tis a gallant thing in the prime time of the spring, To hear the huntsman now and than His bugle for to blow, and the hounds run all a row: This is pleasure for a servingman To hear the beagle cry, and to see the falcon By, And the hare trip over the plain, And the huntsmen and the hound make hill and dale rebound: This is pleasure for a servingman! Husbandman. 'Tis pleasure, too, you know, to see the corn to grow, And to grow so well on the land; The plowing and the sowing, the reaping and the mowing, Yield pleasure to the husbandman. Servingman At our table you may eat all sorts of dainty meat, Pig, cony, goose, capon, and swan; And with lords and ladies fine, you may drink beer, ale, and wine This is pleasure for a servingman. Husbandman. While you eat goose and capon, I'll feed on beef and bacon, And piece of hard cheese now and than; We pudding have, and souse, always ready in the house, Which contents the honest husbandman. Servingman At the court you may have your garments fine and brave, And cloak with gold lace laid upon, A shirt as white as milk, and wrought with finest silk : That's pleasure for a servingman Husbandman. Such proud and costly gear is not for us to wear; Amongst the briers and brambles in any a one, A good strong russet coat, and at your need a groat, Will suffice the husbandman. A proverb here I tell, which likes my humour well, And remember it well I can, If a courtier be too bold, he'll want when he is old. Then farewell the servingman. Servingman. It needs must be confest that your calling is the best, No longer discourse with you I can But henceforth I will pray, by night and by day, Heaven bless the honest husbandman. @work @dialog @farm @servant @England filename[ HUSBSERV JY ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY Related Lyrics Random lyrics: Ill Fly Away, Im Getting Nuttin For Christmas, Ise The By That Builds The Boat, Iceland Native Anthem Text, If Youre Ever In Texas, If Youre Irish Come Into The Parlor, Ill Lay Ye Doon Love, Ill Never Get Home To My Darling Tonight, Ill Not Marry At All, Ill Sell My Hat Ill Sell My Coat, Ill Take The Legs From Some Old Table, Im A Mainframe, Im A Nut, Im A Rover And Seldom Sober, Im Champion At Keeping Em Rolling, Im Going For A Walk, Im Going To Drown My Cat, Im Going To Georgia, Im Gonna Mail Myself To You, Im Gonna Tell, Im Looking Over My Dead Dog Rover, Im My Own Grandpa, Im Not Saying, Im On My Way To Canada, Im Only On A Journey Here, Im Too Old To Be A Scab, Imaginary Trouble, Impossible Code, Impossible Dream, In a Country Churchyard, In A Country Churchyard (let Your Love Shine On), In My Garden Grew Plenty Of Thyme, In New York Town, In Old Podauger Times, In Seaport Town, In The Early Morning Rain, In The Good Old Summertime, In The Halls, In The Sidings, In The Sweet By And By, In The Woods There Stand A House, In Vino Veritas, Incest, Incredibly Foolish, India Anthem Text, India Native Anthem Text, Indonesia Anthem Text, Indonesia Native Anthem Text, Innocent Hare, Into The Air, Other Unknown song Lyrics 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall Lyrics A Bird in a Gilded Cage Lyrics A Fenian Song Lyrics A Fool Such As I Lyrics A Friend Like You Lyrics A Hero of the Wrong War Lyrics A Horse Named Bill Lyrics A Hundred Years from Now Lyrics A Kangaroo Sat on an Oak Lyrics A Little Bit of Solitude Lyrics A Living Wage Lyrics ...Show All Other Artists Unknown Prophets Lyrics Unleashed Lyrics Unleashed Power Lyrics Unlimited Nation Lyrics Unlimited Sound Lyrics UNLOCO Lyrics Unlord Lyrics UNLV Lyrics Unni Wilhelmsen Lyrics Uno Svenningsson Lyrics All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners and are strictly for educational purposes only. lyricstrue.net Copyright © 2005-2007 All Rights Reserved., , Privacy policy