The Brisk and Bonny Lad

The Brisk and Bonny Lad - The Copper Family

I am a brisk and bonny lad

And free from care and strife

And sweetly as the hours pass I love a country life

At wake or fair I'm often

There midst pleasure to be seen

Though poor I am contented

And as happy as a Queen

I rise up in the morning my labour to pursue

And with my yoke and milking pails

I trudge the morning dew

My cows I milk and then

I taste how sweet the nature yields

The lark she sings to

Welcome me across the flowery fields

And in the time of harvest how cheerfully we go

Some with hooks and

Some with crooks and some with scythes to mow

And when our corn is free

From harm we have not far to roam

And We'll all away to celebrate

The welcome Harvest Home