To “Pleasant Hill” they wend their way,
Where, in the autumn sunshine, lay
The golden corn, for husking.
With hearts brim full of mirth and glee
They fall to work, right cheerily;
And as they work, some slyly say,
“I wonder who will find to-day
The red ear, while we’re husking?”
And as the merry laugh goes round,
The hills are echoing to the sound.