The Farmer. A Song
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Title
The Farmer. A Song
Description
A farmer's life is the life for me,
The lawyer leads a harass'd life,
The doctor's styled a gentleman,
A farmer's life, then, let me live,
I own I love it dearly;
And every season, full of glee,I take its labors cheerly -
To plough or sow,
To reap or mow,
Or in the barn to thrash, sir,All's one to me,
I plainly see
'Twill bring me health and cash, sir.The lawyer leads a harass'd life,
Much like that of a hunted otter,
And 'tween his own and others' strife,He's always in hot water -
For foe or friend,
A cause defend,
However wrong, must he, sir -In reason's spite,
Maintain 'tis right,
And dearly earn his fee, sir.The doctor's styled a gentleman,
But this I hold but humming;
For; like a tavern waiting man,To every call "he's coming" -
Now here, now there,
Must he repair,
Or starve, sir, by denying -Like death himself,
Unhappy elf,
He lives by others' dying.A farmer's life, then, let me live,
Obtaining while I lead it,
Enough for self, and some to giveTo such poor souls as need it.
I'll drain and fence,
Nor grudge expense,
To give my land good dressing -I'll plough and sow,
Or drill in row,
And hope from heaven a blessing.Creator
J.J. Barker
Source
3:25, p. 4
Date
1839.08.31
Contributor
Sung at a meeting of the Agricultural Society at New Brunswick
Collection
Citation
J.J. Barker, “The Farmer. A Song,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 20, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/332.
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