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goblin band - all among the barley lyrics

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come out, ’tis now september and the hunter’s moon begun
and through the wheat and stubble is heard a frequent gun
the leaves are pale and yellow, and kindling into red
and the ripe and bearded barley is hanging down his head

[chorus]
all among the barley, who would not be blithe
while the ripe and bearded barley is smiling on the scythe

the wheat is like a rich man, he’s so sleek and wеll+to+do
the oats are like a pack of girls, laughing and dancing too
thе rye is like a miser, so sulky, lean and small
but the ripe and bearded barley is monarch of them all

[chorus]
all among the barley, who would not be blithe
while the ripe and bearded barley is smiling on the scythe

the spring is like a maiden that hasn’t made her mind
the summer is a tyrant of most ungracious kind
the autumn’s like an old friend who pleases best he can
and brings the bearded barley to glad the heart of man

[chorus]
all among the barley, who would not be blithe
while the ripe and bearded barley is smiling on the scythe
all among the barley, who would not be blithe
while the ripe and bearded barley is smiling on the scythe

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