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All Among the Barley
07:18
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Come out, 'tis now September, the hunters' moon's begun,
And through the wheaten stubble is heard a distant gun.
The leaves are paling yellow, and dwindling into red,
And the ripe and bearded barley is hanging down its head.
All among the barley, who would not be blithe
When the ripe and bearded barley is smiling on the scythe.
The spring is like a young man who does not know his mind,
And summer is a tyrant - the most ungracious kind.
The autumn is an old friend, does the best they can,
And brings the bearded barley to glad the heart of man.
The wheat is like a rich man, so sleek and well-to-do,
The oats are like a group of girls, laughing and dancing too,
The rye is like a miser, sulky, lean and small,
And the free and golden barley is mother to them all.
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2. |
Three Kinds of Immunity
04:28
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And the grey sky this afternoon finds out my clouded heart, that quietly as a butterfly is wondering where to wait and rest, and where beneath the changing sky and slow retreating sun's uncertainty to hide itself, a blowing leaf held in the wind.
And the grey sky this afternoon as clouded as our hearts it seems to rhyme...
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3. |
As Sound as an Acorn
06:05
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As tame as a rabbit, as wild as a hare
As sound as an acorn, decaying as a pear
Herefordshire Similes from ‘The Folklore of Herefordshire’ by Ella Mary Leather.
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4. |
The Owl
05:22
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And the old one took their coat off - left it hanging by the door
The clear sky was turning golden, and the evening would be cold
But we walked outside and down the hillside
And the dog was walking by your side
All the cars that passed were full of strangers
And the small birds sang their evening songs.
We walked on as time grew colder, and the light began to fade
From the bridge we watched the moon rise, and the people walking by
And some children sang as they were playing
Though we didn't recognise the song
And the stars were quiet in the dark sky
As the evening folded round the owl.
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5. |
All the Cars
10:51
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Here's my sheep-crook and my black dog, I give them to you
Here's my bag and my budget, I bid them adieu
Here's my sheep-crook and my black dog, I leave them behind
Fine Flora, my laurel, you've proved all unkind.
All to my dear Flora these words I did say
“Tomorrow we'll be married love, tomorrow is our day”
“No its too soon dear William my age is too young
One day to our wedding is one day too soon”
“I'll go into service if the day's not too late
To wait a fine lady - it is my intent
And when in service a year or two bound
It's then we'll be married love, and we'll settle down.”
A little while later a letter was wrote
It said that my Flora she had changed her mind
And it said that she had lived such a contrary life
She'd never be - she couldn't be - a young shepherd's wife.
Here's my sheep-crook and my black dog, I give them to you.
Here's my bag and my budget, I bid them adieu.
Here's my sheep-crook and my black dog, I leave them behind.
Fine Flora, my laurel, you've proved so unkind.
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7. |
Gone to Earth
06:21
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Alula Down Hereford, UK
mark waters & kate gathercole
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