Cutting ere rain comes to linger
Bringing it ripe for the herds
Bailing hay loftly in this barn
Piling hay loftly on this farm
Swelling is rolled sheaves of feed-turf
Bailing hay loftly in this barn

We work with grain all day long, we would be agrophile
We go and glean these fields: envision quite a pile
Of rye and grass and some soy, of grangers we’re comprised

Storming and rain we’d not figure
Harvesting’s tight-scheduled work
Bailing hay loftly in this barn
Piling hay loftly on this farm
Scarecrows guard whole crops from the birds
Piling hay loftly (and much corn)

The field’s all plush with clover, to harvest’s why we plowed
The plain’s alfalfa’s ready - with lucerne was endowed
My hay must not diminish; and we must keep right on

Cutting up grain with the reapers
Gathering seeds we’d interred
Bailing hay loftly in this barn
Piling hay loftly on this farm
Felling the tall sheaves: so matured
Bailing hay loftly all day long

We came with sickles looming and all our forks we bear
And then we worked McCormick - a timothy affair
And we just kept on swinging, swinging cleavers strong

Cutting the corn - never linger
Bringing in leaf to be cured
Bailing hay loftly in this barn
Piling hay loftly on this farm
Tilling went so right, yield’s ensured
Swilling this fod’ry will be taurs

(annoying chaff)

Fumbling’s the bane of our labours
Slinging it deftly’s preferred
Bailing hay loftly in this barn
Piling hay loftly on this farm
Siloing oats ripe, well manured
Piling hay loftly...

We were garnering grain
Yeah we were reapin’ what’s ripe
Bailing hay loftly in this barn
Piling hay loftly on this farm
Pulling it whole right from tamed turf
Bailing hay loftly in this barn