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First Line: Go down,my son to the ploughing
Last Line: When blood is on the plain.
Subject(s): Farm Life; Agriculture; Farmers


Go down, my son, to the ploughing
In fields where the robin runs,
And turn the dead leaves under
While I listen to the guns.

Go down, my son, to the planting,
Now nature makes man a seer,
And root your faith in sub-soil
For death is rumbling near.

Go down, my son, to the harvest,
The answer to prayers for rain,
And I shall come down to find you
When blood is on the plain.





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