This Warwickshire harvest-home rhyme trashes images of bucolic idylls:
Hip! Hip! Hip! For the harvest home.
Now we’ve taken the last load home.
I ripped my shirt and I seared my skin
To get my master’s harvest in.
#HarvestLore

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In Irish harvest lore, the last standing sheaf was called the Cailleach, the Old Woman.
In one tradition, it was left standing for the “wee fellows” before being cut and kept for the year.
#IrishFolklore #HarvestLore #Cailleach

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