An Autumn Harvest
Come hither and tarry
Mid these wind fallen apples
Come hither and tarry
While they’re strewn all around
Come hither and gather
Them swiftly my lover
Before they do bruise on the
Parched autumn ground
Use your pinny and shawl
Your basket and boots lass
Come gather wind fallen apples
As they do lay all around
Use your hat and your dress
Your coat and my barrow
And fill to the top girl
The old cider maker’s press
In this drought in this valley
Come hither and tarry
Come gather wind fallen apples
And true….
Then stack em all proud
And pile em all neat girl
To slake the hunger and thirst
Of they who work in the fields gall
Then come hither and tarry
Mid these wind fallen apples
Come hither and dally
So we may one day yet marry
In an orchard in autumn
Just ripe for the picking
Sweet wind fallen apples
And so bloomin true ……