I rent my shirt and tore my skin
To get my master's harvest in.
Hip! hip! hurrah!
Harvest in and harvest home,
We'll get a good fat hen and bacon bone,
Hip! hip! hurrah!
Farmer Brown has got his corn
Well mown and well shorn.
Hip! hip! hurrah!
Never turned over and never stuck fast,
The harvest cart has come home at last.
Hip! hip! hurrah!
February borrowed from fair April
Three days, and paid them back all ill.
First of them was ra' and weet,
The second of them was sna' and sleet,
And the third of them was sic a freeze,
The birds they stickit upon the trees.
February fill the dike,
Be it black, or be it white!
If it be white, it's the better to like.
Oak before ash,
There'll be a splash;
Ash before oak,
There'll be a choke.