Les B: There IS a lovely song...

THE HAYING SONG (David Mallett)

When the raspberries burst from the woodvine
And the summer lies close to the ground
And the porch is a fit place for young boys to sleep
The brook in the hollow dies down
Then with straw hats and wagons and horses
Like young Tim and tired old Dan
We head for the fields to the creak of the wheels
With a pitchfork that blisters your hand

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And you have to make hay when the sun shines
That's what all of the hill people say
Keep your load wide
Keep your eyes to the sky
And make sure it's dry when you put it away

I remember the chaff on the back of my neck
And the cool at the edge of the trees
You rest for a time and you talk about the weather
You drink from the spring getting mud on your knees
Then it's back to the wagon and back to the mound
Six loads in and eight more to go
There's biscuits and beans at the late supper meal
And there's nothing like beans when you're working, you know

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Now it's the season of clover and killdeer
And it's the time when the does the best
It's when all men are strong
And the work days are long
And you know when to rise and you know when to rest
In the cool of the evening I perch on the load
And let the wagon wind blow through my hair
Count off the stars and talk to the moon
Sing to myself in the sweet summer air
Hang on at the corners and duck from the branches
Sing to myself in the sweet summer air

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