Haymaking Song (feat. Jackie Oates)

'Twas was in the merry month of may

In the springtime of the year

When down in yonders meadow

There runs a river clear

To see those little fishes

How they do sport and play

Calling many a lad and many a lass

All there to making hay

Then in come both Will and Tom

With pitchfork and with rake

And likewise black-eyed Susan

The hay all there to make

With sweet jug and sweet jug

How the nightingale does sing

From the morning to the evening

As we go haymaking

Then just as Bright Phoebus

The sun was going down

Along came two piping men

Approaching from the town

They pulled out their tabor and pipes

Which made those pretty girls to sing

Then they all put down their forks and rakes

And left off haymaking