Thomas Tusser

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In March sow thy barley, thy land not too cold,
The drier the better, a hundreth times told.
That tilth harrow'd finely, set seed-time an end,
And praise and pray God a good harvest to send.

Sow wheat in a mean, sow thy rye not too thin;
Let peason and beans, here and there, take therein.
Sow barley and oats good and thick, do not spare;
Give land leave her seed or her weed for to bear.

For barley and peas, harrow after thou sow;
For rye harrow first, seldom after, I trow*. [swear]
Let wheat have a clod for to cover the head
That after a frost it may out and go spread.

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