2009 September 01, All Among The Barley

Originally posted on my previous blog archive site

Tuesday, September 01, 2009
     All Among The Barley - Now is come September, the Hunter’s moon begun...
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ka6LZbLdAek
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All Among The Barley....
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Now is come September, the Hunter’s moon begun....
And through the wheat and stubble we turn the green to dun....
The leaves of pale and yellow are kindlin’ into red....
And the ripe and bearded barley is hangin’ down his head.....

Chorus:....
All among the barley....
Who could not be blithe?....
When the ripe and bearded barley....
Is smilin’ on the scythe. ....
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The Spring is like a young man who does not know his mind.....
The Summer she’s a tyrant, the most ungracious kind.....
The Autumn is an old friend who loves where all she can,....
For she brings the bearded barley to gladden the hearts on man.....
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Chorus:....
All among the barley....
Who could not be blithe?....
When the ripe and bearded barley....
Is smilin’ on the scythe. ....
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The wheat is like a rich man, he’s sleek and well to do.....
The oats are like a pack of girls, laughing and dancing, too.....
The rye is like a miser, he’s sulky, lean and small.....
But the ripe and bearded barley is monarch of them all.....

Chorus:....
All among the barley....
Who could not be blithe?....
When the ripe and bearded barley....
Is smilin’ on the scythe. ....
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The babe it knows no grief nor care, safe in its mothers breast.
The grown man, he must strive and strain, it's seldom he can rest.
The grey beard sits and takes his ease, where care no more holds sway.
With pipe, and dog, and clear brown ale, he dreams the time away.....

Chorus:....
All among the barley....
Who could not be blithe?....
When the ripe and bearded barley....
Is smilin’ on the scythe.