amongst the ricks of hay.
We mashers dress in father’s pants—
our sweethearts’ trilbies bare—
For we are jolly farmer’s kids
with hayseeds in our hair!
And Joe Tresize takes after Kate,
and I takes after May,
And Dan and Min. like whirlies spin
amongst the ricks of hay.
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]And when the rush and romp are o’er