THRESHING


| January/February 1962



Rock Falls, Illinois

A friendly toot from the engine's flute
A threshing job is near,
He makes the set like an old time vet
A mighty good engineer.

He rolls her back and takes the slack
The drive belt's in the clear.
The farmer's friend on the other end
Is swinging to the rear.

A hiss she makes and the injector
takes,
The steam is pretty high.

There's a bay and a black and the
water jack With tank is standing by.

She picks up speed like a mighty steed
The cutting knives begin
The grain pours out from the weigher
spout As they pitch the bundles in.