Harvest
Out in the meadow tossing hay.
The skies above are turning grey.
Get it stacked before it rains.
Or our work will be in vain.
The summer breeze is blowing in.
With work near done its time to grin.
Standing silent all stacked in rows.
Lets load it up its time to go.
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Slaving hard from dawn to dusk shuck the kernels off the husk, lets go.
We dosedoe do when evening comes, play the fiddle beat the drum lets go
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While in the field Im plowing mud.
Work so hard Im sweating blood.
Turning sod and plowing straight.
Dinners waiting at the gate.
Fresh earth makes the sweetest smell.
The seed is in and planted well.
Throwing sticks and chasing crows.
The seed the steal from fresh hewned rows.
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Slaving hard from dawn to dusk shuck the kernels off the husk, lets go.
We dose-doe do when evening comes, play the fiddle beat the drum lets go
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