Song

OLD Farmer Oats and his son Ned They quarreled about the old mare's bed, And some hard words by each were said, Sing, sing, ye all! Chorus Let every man stand for what is in his hand, say I, Let every man give to keep a man alive, say I, For it's all one when all's done, Ye'll keep none when death's come, say I! II Then Oats he bade the boy be hanged; So up he stormed and out he banged; And away to the heath and the wars he's ganged. Sing, sing, ye all!—Chorus. III Old Farmer Oats with his bent head Is ever thinking of his son Ned, And whether the lad be alive or dead, Sing, sing, ye all!—Chorus. IV And every beggar and every thief May go to the old man for relief; For love is love and grief is grief Sing, sing, ye all! Chorus Let every man stand for what is in his hand, say I, Let every man give to keep a man alive, say I, For it's all one when all's done, Ye'll keep none when death's come, say I!