May ev'ry true Brother of the Compass and Square
Have a big-belly'd bottle when harass'd with care.
My Father Was A Farmer
Tune—"The weaver and his shuttle, O."
My father was a farmer upon the Carrick border, O,
And carefully he bred me in decency and order, O;
He bade me act a manly part, though I had ne'er a farthing, O;
For without an honest manly heart, no man was worth regarding, O.
Then out into the world my course I did determine, O;
