Of all trades, my dear creatures, a gard'ner's the best;

Och, he bothers your hearts, and he gives you no rest,

Till he makes you both jolly and gay;

With his raking he ne'er can disturb his wife's head,

Tho' faith painted ladies are found in his bed,

Who with sweetness add joy to the day.

Then a gard'ner so rare

Is the lad for the fair,

With a rigdum, jigdum, rake about, ho!

Dig away, delve away, drive away care;

A gard'ner's the lad for the lasses. (Full text)

'TWAS happy when we

had farmers and plowmen,

rich grafters and yeomen,

Who noble and free,

would call in for ale.

While in mirth they did roar,

We could decently score

two flaggons for one:

But now they'r grown saving,

But now they'r grown saving,

it cannot be done. (Full text)

I have to wash the sheets and blankets,

The pinafores and frocks,

Gowns, petticoats. and pillow slips,

Shirts, handkerchiefs, and smocks ,

I have to nurse the infant,

And wash the napkins too,

There's no man can imagine

What a woman has to do. (Full text)