English poem
The American Songster, Song
by Anonymous
Since you mean to hire for service, Come with me you jolly dog; You can help to bring home harvest, Tend the sheep and feed the hogs.
With three crowns, your standing wages, You shall daintily be fed; Bacon, beans, salt beef, cabbages, Butter-milk, and oaten bread.
Come, strike hands, you'll live in clover, When we get you once at home, And when daily labour's over, We'll dance to your hum strum