I. THE August sun is setting Like a fire behind the hills 'Twill rise again to see us free Of life or of its ills; For what is life, but deadly strife That knows no truce or pause, And what is death, but want of breath To curse their alien laws? Chorus Then a-shearing let us go, my boys, A-shearing let us go, On our own soil 'twill be no toil To lay the corn low. II. The harvest that is growing Was given us by God Praise be to Him, the sun and shower Work'd for us at his nod. The lords of earth, in gold and mirth, Ride on their ancient way, But could their smile have clothed the isle In such delight to-day? Chorus. III. How will you go a-shearing, Dear friends and neighbors all?" Oh, we will go with pike and gun, To have our own or fall; We'll stack our arms and stack our corn Upon the same wide plain; We'll plant a guard in barn and yard, And give them grape for grain." Chorus. IV. God speed ye, gallant shearers, May your courage never fail, May you thrash your foes, and send the chaff To England on the gale! May you have a glorious harvest-home, Whether I'm alive or no; Your corn grows here, the foe comes there Or it or he must go. Chorus - Then a-shearing let us go, my boys, A-shearing we will go, On our own soil 'twill be no toil To cut the corn low | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IF THE POETS HAD FEARED THE ADVERTISERS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 2. TO SLEEP by MARK AKENSIDE DUNCTON HILL by HILAIRE BELLOC DON JUAN: CANTO 9 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON RED AND WHITE ROSES by THOMAS CAREW |