Singing the Travels 歌词

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