Down from the hills, they come
With swinging hips and steady stride
To feed the hungry Town
They stirred the steep dark land
5 To place within the growing seed.
And in the rain and sunshine
Tended the young green plants,
They bred, and dug and reaped.
And now, as Heaven has blessed their toil,
10 They come, bearing the fruits,
These hand-maids of the Soil,
Who bring full baskets down,
To feed the hungry Town.