Singing The Travels

D A D A E Well met, my brothers dear, all along the highway riding, so solemn I was walking along D A D E A E A So pray come tell to me what calling yours may be, and I'll have you for a servantman D A D A E Some servingmen do eat the very best of meat, such as cock, goose, capon and swan D A D E A E A But when lords and ladies dine, they drink strong beer, ale and wine - that's some diet for a servantman D A D A E Don't you talk about your capons, let's have some rusty bacon and aye, a good piece of pickled pork D A D E A E A That's always in my house, a crust of bread and cheese that's some diet for a husbandman D A D A E D A D E A E A D A D A E When next to church they go with their livery fine and gay and their cocked hats and gold lace all around D A D E A E A With their shirts as white as milk, and stitched as fine as silk, that's some habit for a servantman D A D A E Don't you talk about your livery nor all your silken garments, that's not fit for to travel the bushes in D A D E A E A Give me my leather coat, aye, and in my purse a groat, that's some habit for a husbandman D A D A E So me must needs confess that your calling is the best and will give you the uppermost hand D A D E A E A So now we won't delay but pray both night and day, God bless the honest husbandman D A D A E D A D E A E A