In reaping, when the time came for sharpening hooks, the foreman sang out:
“A sheave or two further, and then—
whereupon the catchpoll asked,
“What then?
To this the foreman replied,
“A fresh edge, a merry look, and along agen,
and the catchpoll rejoined,
“Well done, Mr Foreman!”
As the finale, all drank out of a horn cup.