Cornish version:

Now the corn it is ripe and the harvest begin,
And the corn from the field we will gather it in;
In the morning so early our scythes we will grind,
Then away to the field for to reap and to bind;
In the morning so early our scythes we will grind,
Then away to the field for to reap and to bind.

Oh, how pleasant it is for the foreman to begin;
He looks back with a 'Halloo, boys! Are you all in?'
We're all in,' says the Catchpole, 'Behind and before;
You will have a fresh edge and a sheaf or two more.'

And so we go on through the heat of the day,
Some reaping, some mowing, so merry and so gay;
We will reap and we'll mow, and our skill we will show,
And so we'll continue till it's all of a row.

Now the wheat is all cut, and the barley is all bound;
We will load up our waggon, and we'll clear out the ground;
Then it's back to the farmyard a whistling we'll go
To tie down the rick and to make a corn mow.

Now our day's work is done; to the farmhouse we'll steer
To eat of our supper and to drink some brown beer;
We will drink a good health to the farmer and his wife;
Here's prosperity be with them all the days of their life.

Barbara