<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529355" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Haymakers, Rakers, Reapers, And Mowers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Haymakers, rakers, reapers, and mowers,<br>Wait upon your summer queen.<br>Dress up with musk-rose her eglantine bowers,<br>Daffodils strew the green.<br>Sing, dance, and play,<br>'Tis holiday.<br>The sun does bravely shine<br>On our ears of corn.<br>Rich as a pearl,<br>Comes every girl,<br>This is mine, this is mine, this is mine;<br>Let us die, ere away they be borne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bow to the sun, to our queen, and that fair one,<br>Come to behold our sports.<br>Each bonny lass here is counted a rare one,<br>As those in princes' courts.<br>These and we<br>With country glee,<br>Will teach the woods to resound<br>And the hills with echoes hollow;<br>Skipping lambs<br>Their bleating dams<br>'Mongst kids shall trip it round;<br>For joy thus our wenches we follow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wind, jolly huntsman, your neat bugles shrilly,<br>Hounds make a lusty cry;<br>Spring up, you falconers, the partridges freely,<br>Then let your brave hawks fly.<br>Horses amain<br>Over ridge, over plain,<br>The dogs have the stag in chase;<br>'Tis a sport to content a king:<br>So ho! ho! through the skies<br>How the proud bird flies,<br>And sousing, kills with a grace.<br>Now the deer falls; hark! how they ring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Dekker">Thomas Dekker</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529355" data-title="Haymakers, Rakers, Reapers, And Mowers de Thomas Dekker" data-description="Haymakers, rakers, reapers, and mowers, Wait upon your summer queen. Dress up with musk-rose her eglantine bowers, Daffodils strew the green. Sing, dance, and play, 'Tis holiday. The sun does bravely shine On our ears of corn. Rich as a pearl, Com..."></div> </div> </div>

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