R. D. Blackmore,
Lorna Doone: A Romance of Exmoor
“ When all is in the mow-yard, we'll stop, and thank the Lord. 4 The oats, oh the oats, 'tis the ripening of the oats! All the day they have been dancing with their flakes of white, Waiting for the girding-hook, to be the nags' delight: 'Tis the harvest, let them dangle in their skirted coats. (Chorus) The oats, oh the oats, and the silver, silver oats! Here's to the oats with the blackstone on the board! We'll go among them, when the barley has been laid in rotes: When all is home to mow-yard, we'll kneel and thank the Lord. 5 The corn, oh the corn, and the blessing of the corn! ”
