THE LAY OF THE HOPPERS.

Colonist, Volume LI, Issue 12506, 6 April 1909, Page 4

THE LAY OF THE HOPPERS.

. The, Autumn leaves are- falling in the , '.'{., '",~ hop fields, far away, / And Ine orchard 'fields are calling ■a. :*, from the shores of Golden Bay, And I wonder, if .the pickers and the '■■ "i. -t, pole men are'the same, * If the foreman and the picker unite v" to play, the game. . . For I 'see the broad leaves drooping, O.'fir the .toilers who are stooping .. , ;■ To. the picking. — [Though the clust'ring tufts may :'; V dwindle, J And' the, heart's blood be. a' kindle ''-''• ■ f 4 ; r^-' When reflecting. ■Yet thfey ply and laugh the brighter, (As ; Me vines get lighter, lighter, . ' r ' By selecting. For they think that hops are- paying, Underneath their breath they're saying ' - ■ Just another shil— shil— shilling. If we never cease from .toiling Even though the kettle's boiling, (Though the blood within be boiling) We'll be willing for a shilling is. a •' " shilling. . We'll be hoppjng, • Till v we're dropping, . ,:.:. P'rlnnfC-r-pick-^pick— picking, f " \ ■.*-..■ vstick — stick— sticking ;:- v V ' All the dday, .;,-'. '■$ ? ; And the paj'j- ■ ■ TlioUgh we're toiling, Tlioiigh we're boiling; ' '*". And are willing— wil— will— willing, Is a shilling, shil— shil— shilling, - - For the day, (pathetically), The harvest moon is waning, o'er the :•. by- the shore, ' AnidVe^leavethe camp fire's ashes we .. T : -sHall- kindle never more, iAhd we take for hard earned treasure 1 .what the ; Gods — not .lightly— ■_'- ■-'..- .send, As a token' to remind us, that we've. -, -.'.-'i -battled to, the end. :