Bailing Again
The song title is officially "Bailing Again" not "Baling Again." Growing up, we had balers, which made bales of hay, usually 85 to 150 pound rectangles of hay. Either my dad or I would stand in an open wagon while it was being bulled by the tractor and baler on rough ground, and we'd stack hay by hand-throwing the bales up to a higher level. My dad never said much while we worked, but there were lessons I learned from his silent, steady efforts. I miss him, but his lessons are still with me.