Come, Come My Friends
Finest Kind - additional vocals
This is a great song to start an evening, or a
good chorus song in the pub.Collected by
The Hammond brothers in Dorset from
William Barrett of Wimborne Minster, words
augmented with other versions from
Hampshire & Dorset and then made to work
by me over the years.
Come, come my friends
We do intend, this night to spend in mirth
With all my heart I'll drink my part
And good liquor shall quench our thirst
For in laughing Joking Drinking Smoking
Laughing Joking Drinking Smoking
This night we'll spend in mirth,
This night we'll spend in mirth.
A man that has wealth and starve himself
He might as well be poor
The man that has gold and keep it old
That man had better not been born.
Come ring that bell that we may tell
The secrets of our mind
Come tell to me if you be free
For to mirth we are inclined.