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When the wheat’s ripe
And the harvest begins
Go the fields and gather it in
Leaves on the breeze
And the sun on our skin
Go to the fields and gather it in

When the heather bells ring
and the rowan is red
It’s down through the fields
to the harvest we’ll tread
Past overgrown hedgerows
and fruit-laden boughs
We’ll come to the farm
through an archway of flowers

Yesterday evening
While a harvest moon shined
We worked in its light
And our hooks we did grind
Now scythes to the front
And children behind
Away to the cornfields
to reap and to bind

When our wheat’s in
Oats and barley are bound
Success to the worker
Who ploughs through the ground
And from the last sheaf
A corn dolly we’ll bring
A home for the spirit
Until the next spring

When night comes on
To the farmhouse we’ll steer
We’ll have a good supper
And drink the strong beer
And wishing the farmer
Such blessings in life
In drinking a health
Unto him and his wife

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