Tarot of the Coasters 3 of
good and how pleasant it is for brethren|
(and sistren) to dwell together in unity!
It is like the precious ointment upon the head, that ran
down upon the beard, even Bunny's beard: that went down to
the skirts of his garments;
As the dew of the Moon, and as the dew that descended
upon the mount of Alto: for there the LORD commanded the
blessing, even life for evermore.
- Come, sons of summer, by whose toil
- We are the lords of wine and oil;
- By whose tough labors and rough hands
- We rip up first, then reap our lands;
- Crowned with the ears of corn, now come,
- And, to the pipe, sing harvest home.
- Come forth, my lord, and see the cart
- Dressed up with all the country art.
- See here a maukin, there a sheet,
- As spotless pure as it is sweet;
- The horses, mares, and frisking fillies,
- Clad all in linen, white as lilies;
- The harvest swains and wenches bound
- For joy to see the hock-cart crowned.
- About the cart, hear how the rout
- Of rural younglings raise the shout;
- Pressing before, some coming after,
- Those with a shout, and these with laughter.
- Some bless the cart; some kiss the sheaves;
- Some prank them up with oaken leaves;
- Some cross the fill-horse; some with great
- Devotion stroke the home-borne wheat;
- While other rustics, less attent
- To prayers than to merriment,
- Run after with their breeches rent.
- Well, on, brave boys, to your lord's hearth
- Glitt'ring with fire; where, for your mirth,
- Ye shall see first the large and chief
- Foundation of your feast, fat beef,
- With upper stories, mutton, veal,
- And bacon, which makes full the meal;
- With sev'ral dishes standing by,
- As here a custard, there a pie,
- And here all-tempting frumentry.
- And for to make the merry cheer,
- If smirking wine be wanting here,
- There's that which drowns all care, stout beer,
- Which freely drink to your lord's health;
- Then to the plow, the commonwealth,
- Next to your fans, your fats;
- Then to the maids with wheaten hats;
- To the rough sickle, and crook'd scythe,
- Drink, frolic boys, till all be blithe.
- Feed, and grow fat; and as ye eat,
- Be mindful that the laboring neat,
- As you, may have their fill of meat.
- And know, besides, ye must revoke
- The patient ox unto the yoke,
- And all go back unto the plow
- And harrow, though they're hanged up now.
- And, you must know, your lord's word's true,
- Feed him ye must, whose food fills you,
- And that this pleasure is like rain,
- Not sent ye for to drown your pain,
- But for to make it spring again.
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Three of Cups page(s) created: September 4, 1999; last updated:
July 27, 2005.