Now hands to seedsheet, boys!
We step and we cast; old Tkime’s on wing,
And would ye partake of Harvest’s joys,
The corn must be sown in Spring.
Fall gently and still, good corn,
Lie warm in they earth bed;
And stand so yellow some morn,
For beast and man must be fed.
Old Earth is a pleasure to see
In sunshiny cloak of red and green:
The furrow lies fresh; this Year will be
As Years that are past have been.
Fall gently and still, good corn,
Lie warm in they earth bed;
And stand so yellow some morn,
For beast and man must be fed.
Old Mother, receive this corn,
The sun of Six Thousand golden sires:
All these on thy kindly breast were born;
Once more thy poor child requires
Fall gently and still, good corn,
Lie warm in they earth bed;
And stand so yellow some morn,
For beast and man must be fed.
Now steady and sure again,
And measure of stroke and step we keep:
Thus up and thus down we cast our grain:
Sow well, and you gladly reap.
Fall gently and still, good corn,
Lie warm in they earth bed;
And stand so yellow some morn,
For beast and man must be fed.
