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OLD THRESHING SONG It's all very well to have a machine To thrash your wheat and barley clean; To thrash it and wim it all fit for sale, Then go off to market so brisk and well, Singing Rumble-dum-dairy, Flare up Mary And make her old table shine. The man who made her he made her so well He made every cog and wheel to tell While the big wheel runs the little one hums And the feeder he sits above the drum. There's old Father Howard the sheaves to put While old Mother Howard she does put up And Mary she sits and feeds all day While Johnny he carries the straw away. At seven o'clock we do begin And we generally stop about nine or ten To have our beer and oil her up Then away we go till one o'clock Then after a bite and a drink all 'round The driver he climbs to his box again And with his long whip he shouts, "All right!" And he drives them 'round till five at night note: one of the rare songs in praise of a machine; in the mid-1860's there were riots in Sussex in opposition to the new threshing machines. From the Copper Family Song Book @farm @work filename[ THRSHSNG TUNE FILE: THRSHSNG CLICK TO PLAY RG Apr98 |
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