Pumpkins

I adore the Pilgrims.  I find their example of Christian fortitude and committment to be faith strengthening and inspiring.  We have visited Plimoth Plantation many times, and everytime I am there I think of the incredible hardships this stalwart group of Christians willing endured for the freedom to worship as God as His Word decrees.

We have a CD with this song on it, sung in the same style that it would've been sung in at the time of the Pilgrims.  The lyrics, although humorous at times, are also a reminder of the importance of a grateful heart in all circumstances.


-photo from the Freeman Farm at Old Sturbridge Village-
New England's annoyances you that may know them,
Please ponder these verses that briefly doth show them.
The place where we live is a wilderness wood,
Where grass is much wanting that's fruitful and good.
Hey down, down, hey down-derry down.

And when the north-wester with violence doth blow,
Then every man pulls his cap oe'r his nose;
But if any's so hardy and with it withstand,
He forfeits a finger, a foot, or a hand.
Hey down, down, hey down-derry down.

When the ground opens we then take the hoe,
And makes the ground ready to plant and to sow;
Our corn being planted and seed being sown,
The worm destroys much before it is grown.
Hey down, down, hey down-derry down.

While it is growing much spoil there is made,
By birds and by squirrels that pluck up the blade;
Even when it is grown to full corn in the ear,
It's apt to be spoil'd by raccoon, hog, and deer.
Hey down, down, hey down-derry down.

The clothes we brought with us are apt to be torn,
They need to be patched before they are worn.
For patching our garments doth injure us nothing.
Double patches are warmer than single hole clothing.
Hey down, down, hey down-derry down.

If flesh be much wanting to fill up our dish,
We have carrots and pumpkins and turnips and fish;
And when we have mind for a delicate dish,
We repair to the clam banks, and there we catch fish.
Hey down, down, hey down-derry down.

Instead of pottage and puddings and custards and pies,
Our pumpkins and parsnips are common supplies;
We have pumpkin at morning and pumpkin at noon;
If it were not for pumpkin, we should be undone.
Hey down, down, hey down-derry down.

But you who the Lord intends hither to bring,
Forsake not the honey for fear of the sting.
But bring both a quiet and contented mind,
And all needful blessings you surely shall find.
Hey down, down, hey down-derry down.

--This is thought to be America's first folk song, and was authored by Edward Johnson in 1643 in Woburn, Massachusetts. 


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