Who’ll be sow­ing, who’ll be sow­ing,
Sowing pre­cious gold­en grain,
In the val­ley, on the hill­side,
Wide across the fer­tile plain?

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Who’ll be sow­ing, who’ll be sow­ing
Who’ll be sow­ing pre­cious gold­en grain?
Sowing, reap­ing, sow­ing, reaping,
Sowing, reap­ing gold­en grain?

Who’ll be sow­ing seeds of kind­ness
Right and left along the way,
At the home hearth, by the sick couch,
Here and there, where’er we stray?

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Who’ll be sow­ing deeds of mer­cy,
Sowing through life’s check­ered vale,
Love and hon­or, vir­tue, good­ness,
Mighty truth that must pre­vail?

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May we all go sow­ing, reap­ing,
Only best of life’s fair yield,
So that at the fi­nal har­vest
We may reap in Heav’n’s bright field.

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