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So come all ye farmer's servant-men

That are both stout and bold

And If you do as I have done

You will never catch any cold

For when my master goes abroad

For to view the fields so gay

I goes to the door with my RAP-TAP-TAP

O let it be night or day.



'Twas every Thursday morning

My master to market did go.

He asked me to mind his bus-i-ness

As servants often do.

As soon as my master's back was turned

I went toddling out of the barn

And went up to the door with my RAP-TAP-TAP

For sure I thought no harm.

O no harm at all, my mistress said

And she asked me to come in.

When I complained of the belly-ache

She gave to me some gin.

I took it and I drank it down

But not a word did I say,

For she knew that I'd come with my RAP-TAP-TAP

So upstairs we went straightway.



O there we lay in sport and play

For half an hour or more.

My mistress she was so fond of the sport

I thought she'd never give o'er

O you've won my heart forever, Jack

Your master's no man for me

For he can't come with his RAP-TAP-TAP

Not half as well as thee.



So when my master did come home

O he asked me what I had done.

I told him I'd minded his bus-i-ness

Just as well as if he was at home.

He gave to me some beer to drink

But not one word did he know

That I'd been there with my RAP-TAP-TAP

If he had he'd a never done so.



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