Fetch the music-makers here,
It's the harvest time of year!
Tap your feet to my guitar,
Fiddle and harmonica.
Checkered shirt and red cravat,
Old blue jeans and new straw hat,
There'll be cider and moonshine,
Beer and dandelion wine.
See that gal with yeller hair,
She will be my darlin' fair,
Gingham dress and eyes of blue,
She will be my sweetheart true.
Swing your lady 'cross the floor,
Clap your hands and dance some more,
Do-si-do upon your toes,
All join hands and round she goes.
Steal a kiss and cook some beans,
Sawdust patches on your jeans,
Lanterns round the barn tonight,
Glow with multi-coloured light.
Wending homeward, linking arms,
Over country roads and farms,
Hear the music fade away,
Happy hearts at break of day.
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