Sowers Song

Now hands to seed sheet, boys

We step and we cast. Old Time's on wing

And, would you partake of Harvest joys

The corn must be sown in spring

Fall gentle and still, good corn

Lie warm in your earthy bed

And stand so yellow all in the morn

For beast and man must be fed

Old Earth is a pleasure to see

With sunshiny cloak of red and green

The furrow lies fresh, and this year shall be

As years that are past have been

Old Mother, receive this corn

The son of six thousand golden sires

All these on thy kindly breast were born

One more your poor child requires

Now, steady and sure again

And measure of stroke and step we keep

Thus up and down we cast our grain

Sow well, and you shall gladly reap