An Autumn Harvest

An Autumn Harvest

Come hither and tarry
Mid these wind fallen apples
Come hither and tarry
While they’re strewn all around
 
Come hither and gather
Them swiftly my lover
Before they do bruise on the
Parched autumn ground

Use your pinny and shawl
Your basket and boots lass
Come gather wind fallen apples
As they do lay all around

Use your hat and your dress
Your coat and my barrow
And fill to the top girl
The old cider maker’s press

In this drought in this valley
Come hither and tarry
Come gather wind fallen apples
And true….

Then stack em all proud
And pile em all neat girl
To slake the hunger and thirst
Of they who work in the fields gall

Then come hither and tarry
Mid these wind fallen apples
Come hither and dally
So we may one day yet marry

In an orchard in autumn
Just ripe for the picking
Sweet wind fallen apples
And so bloomin true …