It fell about the Lammas tide, When the muir-men win their hay, The doughty Douglas bound him to ride Into England, to drive a prey.

-Ballads
'The Battle of Otterbourne', opening lines.

You will eat, byand by, In that glorious land above the sky; Work and pray, live on hay, You'll get pie in the sky when you die.

-Hill,Joe originally Joel Ha«  gglund
Songs of the Workers,'The Preacher and the Slave'.

All through that summer at ease we lay, And daily from the turret wall We watched the mowers in the hay And the enemy half a mile away. They seemed no threat to us at all.

-Muir, Edwin
  The Voyage,'The Castle', stanza1.