Neighbours

My neighbour has a field of wheat And I a rood of vine; And he will give me bread to eat, And I will give him wine. And so we are a jolly pair, Contentedly unwed, Singing with supper as we share Red wine and crusty bread. Now venison is mighty meat And so is trout and hare; A mallard duck is sweat to eat And quail is dainty fare. But such are foods for festal day, And we will not repine While on the table we can lay Crisp bread and rosy wine. A will to till one's own of soil Is worth a kingly crown, With bread to feed the belly need, And wine to wash it down. So with my neighbour I rejoice That we are fit and free, Content to praise with lusty voice Bread, Wine and Liberty.