You work fast in the morning, ladies, as you plant the seedlings

You work fast in the morning, ladies, as you plant the seedlings.
Reap them this fall, pile them in the storehouse.
Plant early rice, and the stalks will put on ears first.
The stalks have leaned toward the storehouse — rustling, they've leaned.
From the stalks piled this year in the storehouse, we'll get seed.
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