In the Valley

If you come shortly after midday,

you’ll see the sun sparkle on the bay,

you’ll see the trusty donkey bray,

you’ll see Mr Mathieson, and his pots of clay,

you’ll see the sky slowly turn to grey,

as the farmhands gather the hay,

you’ll hear the sweet song of the jay.

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