Cheri Knight The Hatfield Side. We drag our harrows up to the edge of town All in a line and through these fields there runs a river And more like us on the other side Two towns and a score that we could not settle So some stood on the banks and hollered Throw me a rope,I'll pull with all my might For the Hatfield side There's still ice out there, and the water's way too cold, he said Some old farmer's gonna die, so wade in pull with all your might For the Hayfield Side Dig your Yankee hills into the bony ground And we will not be washed away If they haul us in we would cease to be And I would never wonder why We watched from overhead, took a walk, gotta go in We watched from overhead, a few of them went a floating Nobody knows where it all began If they do then they ain't saying From where we stand the river's deep and wide On the Hatfield Side Dig your Yankee hills into the bony ground And we will not be washed away If they haul us in we would cease to be And I would never wonder why We've had every single year to bury the hatchet But we chose to get out the rope And it works like a charm Works like a charm