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.