From here I could see the country lassie's tossing hay faintly
And I tried to send her a message through the wind;
'It's too heavy the long handle and you may get back pain,
Certainly I can look after the Farmstead
When your father retires.
If it's feasible before the feast,
Then this featherweight soul could dance on your fertile soil.
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