HOE YOUR ROW
Reading edition
We must not dream of harvests and neglect the toil that produces them.
De fiel's 'll soon be hummin' Roun' de country high en low; De harves' is a-comin': Hoe yo' row! Hoe yo' row!
No time now fer de sleeper; It's "Git up now, en go!" It's de sower makes de reaper; Hoe yo' row! Hoe yo' row!
It's sweet de birds is singin' De songs you lovin' so; But de harves' bells is ringin'; Hoe yo' row! Hoe yo' row!
Frank L. Stanton.
From "The Atlanta Constitution."