Haymaking
TN (he summer season, x When we are making hay, We put our big straw hats on. Ami work so hard each day. The larks fly, singing gaily. Into a sky of blue, They are (lying, ever upwards. And every note rings true. And when we slop for dinner. To drink our billy-tea, The inserts Hy around us; Far off, Ute deep blue sea. Beckons us to swim in it— Calling every hour. A cricket "elicits” his merry song. Anil (he rioter is in Hower. Then (in* s' m'cs of evening fall. And work is o'er today . Homeward the hay makers turn. Tired, sunburnt, but gay . —Original, by 0. Mimosa, San (16), Wanganui,
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Dominion, Volume 32, Issue 160, 1 April 1939, Page 7 (Supplement)
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114Haymaking Dominion, Volume 32, Issue 160, 1 April 1939, Page 7 (Supplement)
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