The Country Wake

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In our country and in your country
Where rufflers they were a-raking,
The rarest pastime that ever you see
Was when hay-cocks they were a-making,

A-making, a-making,
Was when hay-cocks they were a-making.

Timmy and Tom, with bottle and bag,
So merrily they were a-quaffing;
If you'd but seen how Joan's buttocks did wag,
You'd burst your heart with laughing,

With laughing, with laughing,
You'd burst your heart with laughing.

On another hay-cock was Vulcan, the smith,
With Dolly that came from the dairy,
She though that his back was so full of pith,
Which made her so willing to tarry,

To tarry, to tarry,
Which made her so willing to tarry.

Then down in a dale was tumble-down Dick,
The wenches, they caught him and held him;
Since he could not give 'em the thing they did lack,
Poor fellow, they threatened to geld him,

To geld him, to geld him,
Poor fellow, they threatened to geld him.

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