HARVESTING
Russian Folk Songs with English Translations p 46 #39

Bright as gold the corn was glow-ing,
From the South a warm wind blow-ing,
In the sun all day, went I mow-ing

All day long since dawn was breaking,
Till the evening starts were waking,
Bent my back, weary limbs were aching

From the sun my hood did shade me,
Weary yet the long day made me,
In the dusk, worn out, down I laid me

By my side a reaper set him,
'Mid the corn I oft had met him.
Begged a kiss, stole one, and I let him.

why so long is she delaying?
I can hear my mother saying,
Work is o'er, where then is she straying?

If she ask, when work was ended,
Why so lat my way I wended,
Home at last, least said, soonest mended.