The harvest feast - Gaul, Alfred Robert

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◈ Genre → Partsongs ♬ Voicing → SATB ¶ Language → English

Parts 4

Instruments A cappella

Pages 12

CPDL # 76454

Editor David Anderson

Posted 2023-10-18

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The lasses have dressed in their smartest and best, With ribbons to tie their hair, In gayest of bows, and our Sunday clothes, We all to the barn repair. The tables are laid for the Harvest Feast, And plenty awaits us there. The sun-browned reapers, so sturdy and strong, The gay young lovers, with hearts full of song, Old wives and gaffers that hobble along, All join in the Harvest Feasting. There’s a bountiful spread of beef and of bread, And many a monster pie, With fruits fresh and sweet, and wild flowers and wheat Our tables to beautify; And glad is our master, and glad his wife, When the fun of the feast is high. The sun-browned reapers are sturdy and strong, The gay young lovers with hearts full of song, Old wives and gaffers that hobble along, All join in the Harvest Feasting. Here’s health and long-life to the squire and his wife, Let nothing their souls distress; May they ne’er wish in vain for sunshine or rain, And seasons of plenteousness. May they smile every year at the Harvest Feast, The husbandman’s toil to bless. When sun-browned reapers, so sturdy and strong, The gay young lovers with hearts full of song, Old wives and gaffers that hobble along, All join in the Harvest Feasting.