The Seasons Round

The Seasons Round - The Copper Family

The sun has gone down

And the sky it looks red

Down on my soft pillow where

I lay my head

When I open my eyes for to see the stars shine

Then the thoughts of

My true love run into my mind

The sap has gone down

And the leaves they do fall

To hedging and ditching our farmers they'll call

We will trim up their hedges

We will cut down their wood

And the farmers they'll all

Say our faggots run good

Now hedging being over

Then sawing draws near

We will send for the sawyer

The woods for to clear

And after he has sawed them

And tumbled them down

Then there he will flaw them

All on the cold ground

When sawing is over then

Seedtime comes round

See our teams they

Are already preparing the ground

Then the man

With his seed-lip he'll scatter the corn

Then the harrows

They will bury it to keep it from harm

Now seedtime being over

Then haying draws near

With our scythes rakes

And pitch-forks those meadows to clear

We will cut down their grass boys

And carry it away

We will first call

It green grass and then call it hay

When haying is over then harvest draws near

We will send to our Brewer

To brew us strong beer

And in brewing strong beer boys

We will cut down their corn

And we'll take it to the barn boys

To keep it from harm

Now harvest being over bad weather comes on

We will send for the thresher

To thresh out our corn

His hand-staff he'll handle

His swingel he'll swing

Till the very next harvest we'll all meet again

Now since we have brought this

So cheerfully around

We will send for the jolly ploughman

To plough up the ground

See the boy with his whip

And the man to his plough

Here's a health to the jolly ploughmen

That plough up the ground

Now things they do change as the time passes on

And I'm afraid I'll have occasion to alter my song

You'll see a boy with a tractor a-going like hell

Whatever farming is coming

To there's no tongue can tell