Threshe sede and goe fanne, for the plough may not lye,

September doth bid to be sowing of rye;

The redges well harrowde or euer thou strike,

is one poynt of husbandry rye land do like.

Geue winter corne leaue for to haue full his lust,

sowe wheate as thou mayst but sowe rye in the dust:

Be carefull for sede, for such sede as thou sowe,

as true as thou liuest, loke justly to mowe.

The sede being sowne waterforow thy ground,

that rain when it cummeth may runne away round:

The diches kept skowred the hedge clad with thorne,

doth well to drayne water and saueth thy corne.

When furth with thy slinges, and thine arowes & bowes,

till ridges be grene kepe the corne from the crowes.

A good boye abrode, by the day starre appere,

shall skare good man crowe that he dare not come nere.

At Mihelmas mast would be loked upon,

and lay to get some or the mast time be gon:

It saueth thy corne well, it fatteth thy swyne;

In frost it doth helpe them, where els they should pine.