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Posted - 01 Nov 02 - 07:57 pm

The New-Fashioned Farmer

Good people all, I pray attend
And listen to my story,
Of how the famers used to live
In our native country.
[When masters liv'd as masters ought
And happy in their station
Until at last their stinking pride
Has ruined half the nation]

Fol del lol lol, fol de lol lol lido

A good old-fashion'd long grey coat
The farmers us'd to wear, sir,
And on old Dobbin they would ride,
To market or to fair, sir,
But now fine geldings they must mount,
To join all in the chase, sir,
Dress'd up like any lord or 'squire,
Before their landlord's face, sir.

In former times, both plain and neat,
They'd go to church on Sunday,
And then to harrow, plough, or sow,
They'd go upon a Monday;
But now, instead of the plough-tail,
O'er hedges they are jumping,
And instead of sowing of their corn,
Their delight is in fox-hunting.

The good old dames, God bless their names,
Were seldom in a passion,
But strove to keep a right good house,
And never thought on fashion;
With fine brown beer their hearts to cheer,
But noe they must drink swipes, sir,
It's enough to make a strong man weak,
And give him the dry gripes, sir.

The farmers' daughters us'd to work
All at the spinning wheel, sir,
But now such furniture as that
It thought quite ungenteel, sir,
Their fingers they're afraid to spoil
With any kind of sport, sir,
Sonner than handle a mop or broom,
They'd handle a piano-forte, sir

Their dress was always plain and warm,
When in their holyday clothes, sir,
Besides, they has such handsome cheeks,
As red as any rose, sir,
But now they're frill'd and furbelow'd,
Just like a dancing monkey,
Their bonnets and their great black veils
Would almost fright a donkey.

When wheat it was a guinea a strike,
The farmers bore the sway, sir,
Now with their landloads they will ride,
Upon each hunting day, sir,
Besides, their daughters they must join
The ladies at the ball, sir,
The landlord say, we'll double the rents
And then their pride must fall, sir.

I hope no one will think amiss,
At what has here been penn'd, sir,
But let's hope that these hard time
May speedily amend, sir,
It's all through such confounded pride,
Has brought them to reflection,
It makes poor servants' wages low,
And keeps them in subjection.

Source: Everymans Book of English Country Songs, Ed Roy Palmer, ISBN 0-460-12048-4


Tune, first four lines and chorus from John Denny, Nevinton, Essex, 25.4.1904, collected by Ralph Vaughan Williams MS II 124
Remainder from a ballad without imprint in Cecil Sharp's collection at Cecil Sharp House, London

Database entry is here

masato sakurai

Posted - 09 Jan 03 - 05:18 pm

Broadside versions at Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads.

The new-fashioned farmer ("Good people all, attend awhile ...")
Harding B 11(2637)
Johnson Ballads 3369
Printer: [s.n.] ([s.l.])
Date: [s.a.]

The new-fashioned farmer ("Good people all, attend awhile ...")
Harding B 11(2638)
Printer: Pitts, J. (London)
Date: between 1819 and 1844
Imprint: Pitts, Printer, wholesale Toy and Marble warehouse, 6, Gt. St. Andrew Street, Seven Dials

The new-fashioned farmer ("Good people all, attend awhile ...")
Firth c.16(284)
Printer: [s.n.] ([s.l.])
Date: [s.a.]

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