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The Farmer to Saint Swithin
O good Saint Swithin, please, to you we pray
On this your high-summer rain-making day
Of your blest kindness send us soft, sweet showers
The kind that gently fall for hours and hours
To heal the sunburnt land of thirst and drought
And nourish the corn that sees the winter out
And if you grant the boon we humbly ask
We’ll work the harder on each rural task:
We’ll ditch and fence and plough, and milk the cow
Share with the widder-folk, and feed the sow
Count out some plantful seeds for poor men’s needs
And tell God’s Mysteries daily on our beads
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