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And singing ever, she did say,
"The sun is shining, make your hay."

And she was first within the field,
 We followed quickly after,
I saw her hold the rake and wield
 It well with shouts of laughter.
She handled it with buoyant ease,
Do what she would she could but please.

The fairest day must have an end
 And love receive a warning,
A lover may be termed a friend
 In spite of merry scorning.
Meanwhile she sang a festive lay
That told us she had made her hay!

And then it chanced that when the sun
 Was setting broad and stately,
I hailed a smile, a heart was won,
 A question asked sedately!
Though hands were buried in the hay
To eyes and hearts Love found his way!

I led her to the quaint old stile,
 Beneath the beech boughs shady,
I won from her a coy sweet smile,
 The heart of a true lady.
None ever blamed me for the hay
I made with her that summer day!