All Among The Barley (Trad.)
The triplets return bringing you an old, traditional English harvest song. 🌾 Happy September!🍻
Now is come September, the hunters moon begun
And through the wheat and stubble is heard the distant gun
The leaves are pale and yellow and kindling into red
 Whilethe ripe and bearded barley is hanging down his head
CHORUS:
All among the barley, who would not be blythe
While the ripe and bearded barley is smiling on the scythe
The spring is like a young man who doesn’t know his mind
The summer is a tyrant of most ungracious kind
The autumn is an old friend who loves what all he can
He brings the bearded barley to glad the heart of
man
Chorus
The wheat is like a rich man he’s sleek and well-to -do
The oats are like a pack of girls, laughing and dancing too
The rye is like a miser, he’s sulky, lean and small
 the ripe and bearded barley is monarch of them all
Chorus
