Ere the sun the east reddens or yellows the hill
The morning breeze naturally warms
& doll where she urges her cows to stand still
The flies waken round em in swarms
The sun is all bustl[e] the meadows among
The waggons keep bowling away
Down wheel rifted rampers they jolter along
‘& while the sun shines they make hay’
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