The Cows Are In The Corn - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
The Cows are in the Corn Copyright, 1878, by E. H. Harding. 
Oh ! father's gone to market town-He was up before the day-And Jamie's after robin's nests, And the man is making hay ; And whistling down the hollow goes The boy that minds the mill, While mother, from the kitchen door, Is calling with a will: Polly! Polly! the cows are in the corn ! Polly! Polly! the cows are in the corn ! 
From all the misty morning air There comes a Summer sound, A murmur, as of waters, comes From ships, and trees, and ground ; The birds they sing upon the wing, The pigeons bill and coo, And over hills and hollow rings Again the loud halloo! Polly! Polly ! the cows are in the corn ! Polly! Polly ! the cows are in the corn ! 
How strange at such a time of day The mill should stop its clatter; The farmer's wife is list'ning now, Ar d wonders what's the matter. Oh, wild the birds are singing in The woodland on the hill, While whistling up the hollow goes The boy that minds the mill. Polly! Polly! the cows are in the corn ! Polly! Polly ! the cows are in the corn !