First Line: Arise and away, ye reapers,

Arise and away, ye reapers ;
The fields of the golden corn
Are ripe and fully ready for you ;
Go forth in the early morn.

Press on, press on, to gather the sheaves,
The work is for you alone ;
Then haste away, no time for delay ;
Go, gather the harvest home.

2 The gleaners are there before you,
The garners are open wide ;
No time to lose, so hasten away,
All day in the field abide.

3 Toil on till the day is over,
Too soon will the darkness come ;
The sun is sinking now in the west ;
Then gather the harvest home.