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.

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