When the birds begin to sing, Out we go a harvesting.

Folks in town are fast asleep. We must wake , oh, we must wake betimes to reap.

Bending in the morning heat, We must glean the ears of wheat.

Now the noontide rest is sweet, we sit and eat.

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When the birds are folding wing.

Back we come from harvesting.

Folks in town awake may keep.

Early toil has early sleep, early toil has early sleep.

Under the harvest moon. Golden and great and glowing.

She will be rising soon. Lighting our homeward going.

Work must be done till then. Fil up and drain your glasses.

Then to the reaping men. Back to the gleaning lasses.

Under the harvest moon. Golden and great and glowing. She will be rising soon. She will be rising soon.

When the birds begin to sing. Out we go a harvesting.

Folks in town are fast asleep. We must wake betimes to reap.

We must wake be times to reap.

We must wake. We must wake…