Harvest
Come ye thankful people come
Join the song of Harvest home
All is safely gathered in
‘Cept three acres down Penryn
First they planted wheat and rye
Then they crows came ‘oppin’ by
Cleaned up all they fields of grain
So they ‘ad to plant again
Next they planted rye and wheat
Darnee did’n those field mice eat
Down their throttles went the lot
Didn’t ‘ave no time to rot
Barley next they tried in vain
Then we ‘ad torrential rain
Washed the seeds right out the ground
These were what the pigeons found
Then they planted special oats
Hoped t’would jam the sparrows throats
Gale force winds caught up the seeds
Only left the stones and weeds
Dredge corn seemed the only thing
Then the weather had a fling
Seedlings sizzled in the sun
No darned use to anyone
So they planted cauliflowers
They would give those birds the scours
No darned rust would spoil the yield
No stray cows would tramp the fields
Birds could fly down by the score
Like vast armies going to war
Winds could howl and rage and storm
But farmers lie home in the warm