When the back-breaking work had been completed, and everyone could at last relax, the farmer would treat his workers to a harvest supper. In this jolly atmosphere, the harvest jugs would be filled with beer or cider and passed around, amidst singing and much merriment. The jugs were often inscribed with fitting verses:-

"When I was in my native place I was a lump of clay.
And was digged out of the earth and brought from thence away.
But now I am a jugg become through potters art and skill,
And now your servant am become and carry ale I will.
Jovial fellows drink about.We'll have more when this is out."

(Ceres Jug 1795)