Early poems of William Morris/Father John's War Song
The Reapers
So many reapers, Father John,
So many reapers and no little son,
To meet you when the day is done,
With little stiff legs to waddle and run?
Pray you beg, borrow, or steal one son.
Hurrah for the corn-sheaves of Father John!
Father John
O maiden Mary, be wary, be wary!
And go not down to the river,
Lest the kingfisher, your evil wisher,
Lure you down to the river,
Lest your white feet grow muddy,
Your red hair too ruddy
But she is a housewife good and wary,
And a great steel key hangs bright
From her gown, as red as the flowers in corn.
With the river-mud so red:
But when you are wed
Go down to the river;
O maiden Mary, be very wary,
And dwell among the corn!
See, this dame Alice, maiden Mary,
Her hair is thin and white,
But she is a housewife good and wary,
And a great steel key hangs bright
From her gown, as red as the flowers in corn;
She is good and old like the autumn corn.
Maiden Mary
This is knight Roland, Father John,
Stark in his arms from a field half-won;
Ask him if he has seen your son:
Roland, lay your sword on the corn,
The piled-up sheaves of the golden corn.
Knight Roland
Why does she kiss me, Father John?
She is my true love truly won;
Under my helm is room for one,
But the molten lead-streams trickle and run
From my roof-tree, burning under the sun;
No corn to burn, we had eaten the corn,
There was no waste of the golden corn.
Father John
Ho, you reapers, away from the corn,
The Reapers
We will win a house for Roland his son,
And for maiden Mary with hair like corn,
As red as the reddest of golden corn.
Omnes
Father John, you have got you a son,
Seven feet high when his helm is on!
Pennon of Roland, banner of John,
Star of Mary, march well on.
