The Reapermen (A Simple Farming Song)

Words and Music: Andrixos Seljukroctonis (same tune as Song of the Hirth Banner
Source: Andrixos

Hearken ye Reapermen, the rich grainfields call.
Catch now each wheat stalk as in straight rows they fall.
Hone ye your sharp scythes, the harvest's at hand.
And mark ye the bounty of our rich fertile land.

  1. Gather in east field, which father first plowed.
    The hiss of our sickles was constant and loud.
    Remember his lessons, lest memories fade.
    'Twas there that we first learned our harvester's trade.

  2. Head to the north field, its acres so cold.
    Hurry to harvest, 'ere winter takes hold.
    Newest of grainyards in our bounteous stead.
    We'll make it to spring eating fine northern bread.

  3. Turn now the grain knives to our rich stand out west.
    Feasting after famine fulfills us the best
    Each year a fresh harvest will strengthen the field,
    By rotating the crops there we triple our yield.

  4. The winter wheat ripens in the land of the south
    Tended with care by the Great River's mouth.
    Hasten to harvest, lest you're caught in the flood.
    It's hard to cut wheat when you're knee-deep in mud.

Friends, what have we done to be reapers of grain?
Why are we masters of the bountiful plain?
By planting and weeding and guiding the plow,
Our work through the seasons brings rich harvest now.

The first four verses are sung in rotation.

The melody to this song is the same as The Huscarl Banner.

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