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Andrew Lang - Scythe Song
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MOWERS, weary and brown, and blithe,  
  What is the word methinks ye know,  
Endless over-word that the Scythe  
  Sings to the blades of the grass below?  
Scythes that swing in the grass and clover,
  Something, still, they say as they pass;  
What is the word that, over and over,  
  Sings the Scythe to the flowers and grass?  
  
Hush, ah hush, the Scythes are saying,  
  Hush, and heed not, and fall asleep;
Hush, they say to the grasses swaying;  
  Hush, they sing to the clover deep!  
Hush—’t is the lullaby Time is singing—  
  Hush, and heed not, for all things pass;  
Hush, ah hush! and the Scythes are swinging 
  Over the clover, over the grass!
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