Harvest

Merry, merry, merry, cheery, cheery, cheery!
Trowl the black bowl to me;
Hey derry, derry, with a poop and a leery,
I'll trowl it again to thee.

Hooky, hooky, we have shorn,
And we have bound,
And we have brought Harvest
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