Who are the "Haymakers"?

Somewhere very close to

"Haymakers Country Store",

sometime in July 1710,

six men were making hay in the

meadows when they were attacked by

Indians and killed.

We named our shop in honor of

those men, and all the other

hardworking "Haymakers", past and present. 

May God bless all the

hardworking country folks and all

that they stand for.

The Haymakers’ Song

Alfred Austin (1835–1913)


HERE’S to him that grows it,
Drink, lads, drink!
That lays it in and mows it,
Clink, jugs, clink!
To him that mows and makes it,
That scatters it and shakes it,
That turns, and teds, and rakes it,
Clink, jugs, clink!

Now here ’s to him that stacks it,
Drink, lads, drink!
That thrashes and that tacks it,
Clink, jugs, clink!
That cuts it out for eating,
When March-dropp’d lambs are bleating,
And the slate-blue clouds are sleeting,
Drink, lads, drink!

And here ’s to thane and yeoman,
Drink, lads, drink!
To horseman and to bowman,
Clink, jugs, clink!
To lofty and to low man,
Who bears a grudge to no man,
But flinches from no foeman,
Drink, lads, drink!


 

A Great View of Haymaking Machinery