THE MASTER'S VINEYARD
The master's vine yard, our land The land of the vine Come ye all who Labour in the vineyard Come o ye labourers of the vine And plough for it has rain Labour... Labour... Labour... Labour for the master of the vine Labour for the master of the vineyard Labour... Labour... Labour... Labour, for he cometh and announceth not Labour for thy wages are at hand Loiter not for thy wages are at hand Come... Come... Come... Ye all who Labour for the master Ye all who Labour in the vine Go ye not to rest, sleep nor dine For thy wages shall be rewarded for 'e yield, of thy vine Come... Come... Come... Come o ye labourers of the vineyard Come, o ye labourers of the vine And make hay Whiles the sun shines