The Jovial Foresters - music by Puzzlejug
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00:00We are the Jogo Forresters, our trade is getting cold
00:09You never knew a Forrester, but was a hearty soul
00:14Though blunt we are when at our work, you take us for some smoking turd
00:19When work is done, we're right for fun, to laugh and chat with anyone
00:26We are the Jogo Forresters, our trade is getting cold
00:32You never knew a Forrester, but was a hearty soul
00:41Among mankind there miners are of every degree
00:46But he who undermines his friends is far more black than we
00:51He's black and hard without a belt, and that's a stain that'll never wash out
00:56But we are true to church and king, and therefore let us merrily sing
01:03We are the Jogo Forresters, our trade is getting cold
01:08You never knew a Forrester, but was a hearty soul
01:13As to the church it must be owned, to that we are no foes
01:22For while we undermine the dean, we warm the bishop's nose
01:27In vain may Chloe turn the spit, nor could the cook your fancy fit
01:32For the mayor the feast prepare, were it not for our toil and care
01:39We are the Jogo Forresters, our trade is getting cold
01:44You never knew a Forrester, but was a hearty soul
01:54The courtier undermines the state, as to the doctor
01:58He your constitution undermines, for to prolong his fee
02:03The lawyer undermines your person, and none of them can work like us
02:08For we are bent with full intent, to rise the call and give content
02:15We are the Jogo Forresters, our trade is getting cold
02:21You never knew a Forrester, but was a hearty soul
02:30To rise the call is all around, for that the soldier fights
02:35For that the player acts his part, for that the poet writes
02:39For that the barrister doth play, for that the ladies give their aid
02:44The possum prays, the calls to raise
02:48We're colliers all in different ways
02:54We are the Jogo Forresters, our trade is getting cold
03:00You never knew a Forrester, but was a hearty soul
03:09To Forresters, now drink a hull, wherever they may be
03:16For they are the lads, who free from care, through life jog merrily
03:23May plenty reign throughout the land, the bread they may have at their command
03:29And this I think, while you the chink, you never will refuse to drink
03:37We are the Jogo Forresters, our trade is getting cold
03:42You never knew a Forrester, but was a hearty soul
03:47We are the Jogo Forresters, our trade is getting cold
03:52You never knew a Forrester, but was a hearty soul