Lyrics

Dance of the Haymakers

The skies are clear and it's haymaking time
Making hay while the blazing sun shines
What a dance, oh what a show!
Man and machine and in their wake, the gull and crow

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Hey now, time to gather the team
Set the blades of the cutting machine
Breathe in the scent of the newly mown grass
And revel in the dance of the haymakers

Long gone are the scythe and the stack
Horses' hooves replaced by tractor's track
Rough lads displaying all their skills
On the meadow's stage, precise as any soldier's drill

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At lightning speed they whirl round the field
Like a frenzied show of jig and reel
To the rhythm of the engine's roar
Summer's bounty gathered in, to boost the winter store

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