Classic Poem

When first I went a waggoner,
A waggoner I'd go,
I bear my aged parents' hearts
With sorrow, grief and woe.
And many are the hardships
That we have been through.

And sing wo, my lads, sing wo,
Drive on the waggons O,
There's none can lead the life
Like the jolly waggoner do.

Now summer it is come
What pleasures we shall see;
The small birds are singing
On every green tree,
The blackbirds and thrushes
Are whistling in the grove.

It's a cold stormy night,
We got wet through our clothes;
We'll bear it with contentment
Until we reach the inn,
And then we will get drinking
With the landlord and his friends.

Now Michaelmas is coming,
What pleasure we shall find;
We'll make the gold to fly, my boys,
Like chaff before the wind.
And many a lad will take his lass
And sit her on his knee.