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All Among the Barley (wide lyrics)
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Ah ! Si mon moine (SC shortcut)
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All Among the Barley Come out, 'tis now September, the hunters' moon's begun, And through the wheaten stubble we hear the frequent gun; The leaves are turning yellow, and fading into red, While the ripe and bearded barley is hanging down its head. Chorus (repeated after each verse): All among the barley, who would not be blithe, While the ripe and bearded barley is smiling on the scythe. The wheat is like a rich man, it's sleek and well-to-do; The oats are like a pack of girls, they're thin and dancing too; The rye is like a miser, both sulky, lean and small, Whilst the ripe and bearded barley is the monarch of them all. The spring is like a young maid that does not know her mind, The summer is a tyrant of most ungracious kind; The autumn is an old friend that pleases all he can, And brings the bearded barley to glad the heart of man.
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