Apple Harvest
Up in the green orchard there is a green tree, The finest of pippins that ever you see; The apples are ripe and ready to fall, And Richard and Robin shall gather 'em all. (view song)

Harvest Song
Golden days! Golden days! Sing the wealth of golden days! Field and lane, fruit and grain, Yield their shining meed. Give us, Lord, our daily bread, So Thy little ones are fed; Golden days! Golden day (view song)