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