'Summer'
H. E. Piggott
' Six months I now have named,
The seventh is July,
Come, lads and lasses, gather The scented hay to dry,
All full of mirth and gladness To turn it to the sun
And never cease, till daylight sets, And all the work is done.'
In this edition of the Folk Song Almanack, H. E. Piggott will talk about West Country folk songs that are particularly associated with the summer months. The talk will be illustrated with folk songs sung by Doreen Greenwood and Frederick Harvey.
