RAINY DAY

I rose,the morn was dark and dull,

I knew there still was flax to pull,

I donned my clothes against my will

The truth I mean to say.

I slowly wandered round the street,

The grass might grow beneath my feet

For although I don’t love over-heat

• I hate a Rainy Day.

Into the stable first I went

I lit my pipe and smoked content

I did not care the clouds were rent

If there I might stay.

But watchful still, I had to be

For fear my master would me see

Some work he always finds for me

• Upon a Rainy Day

From out the open stable door

I gazed on meadow field and moor

I thought while some are sad and poor

There’s other rich and gay.

But I of riches have no more

Than hands that’s blistered, out and sore,

With pulling flax around Froughmore,

• On many a Rainy Day.

It’s hard enough my friends, no doubt,

When in the morning you go out

Both heart and body must be stout

If you’d not run away.

When on the work,to do, you think,

And see the clouds as black as ink –

It would start a clergyman to drink,

• Upon a Rainy Day

And now the corn once fresh and green

Sees fit to change its emerald sheen,

And don a colour which will mean

Hard work for many a day –

And round the fields of sweet Froughmore

My back with work will soon be sore,

I’ll shortly pray the Lord once more,

                Might send a Rainy Day ………..