March

In March sow thy barley, thy land not too cold, The drier the better, a hundreth times told. That tilth harrow'd finely, set seed-time an end, And praise and pray God a good harvest to send. Sow wheat in a mean, sow thy rye not too thin; Let peason and beans, here and there, take therein. Sow barley and oats good and thick, do not spare; Give land leave her seed or her weed for to bear. For barley and peas, harrow after thou sow; For rye harrow first, seldom after, I trow*. [swear] Let wheat have a clod for to cover the head That after a frost it may out and go spread.