Such beauty of the magnificent country
At Annabaglish’s green farm lands
The old and lovely farmhouses
Are truly so charming and grand
The animals grazing in the fields
The sheep living a life of peace
As farmers cut and bale the hay
For their food can never cease
But modern equipment is seen too
The bright green of the huge tractors
Huge swipes as the blades will cut
The hay that in farming is a factor
For farming makes the world go round
It keeps the economy on track
There is nothing like seeing hay bales
All snuggly in their protective sack!
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