Song of the Farmer.

Song of the Farmer.I have cattle that feed in the valley,And herds that graze on the hill,And I pride in the fruits of my labor,For I’m lord of the land that I till,I have plow’d the rough hill and the meadowTill feeble with age and with toil,And I know before long that anotherShall reap the new fruits of the soil.For the son that hath toil’d for me ever,And faithfully stood by my side,Hath a hand that shall gather the harvest,When his feeble old father hath died.And the daughter so kind to her mother,Shall share with him all I possess,For I feel that they love me as father,And welcome my tender caress.There’s my faithful, my trustingcompanion,My kind-hearted dear loving wife;I have toil’d for her comfort withpleasure,For such was the pride of my life.And still in my manhood I love her,For her kind and affectionate care,And all that the earth can afford me,With her I most willingly share.

I have cattle that feed in the valley,And herds that graze on the hill,And I pride in the fruits of my labor,For I’m lord of the land that I till,I have plow’d the rough hill and the meadowTill feeble with age and with toil,And I know before long that anotherShall reap the new fruits of the soil.For the son that hath toil’d for me ever,And faithfully stood by my side,Hath a hand that shall gather the harvest,When his feeble old father hath died.And the daughter so kind to her mother,Shall share with him all I possess,For I feel that they love me as father,And welcome my tender caress.There’s my faithful, my trustingcompanion,My kind-hearted dear loving wife;I have toil’d for her comfort withpleasure,For such was the pride of my life.And still in my manhood I love her,For her kind and affectionate care,And all that the earth can afford me,With her I most willingly share.

I have cattle that feed in the valley,

And herds that graze on the hill,

And I pride in the fruits of my labor,

For I’m lord of the land that I till,

I have plow’d the rough hill and the meadow

Till feeble with age and with toil,

And I know before long that another

Shall reap the new fruits of the soil.

For the son that hath toil’d for me ever,And faithfully stood by my side,Hath a hand that shall gather the harvest,When his feeble old father hath died.And the daughter so kind to her mother,Shall share with him all I possess,For I feel that they love me as father,And welcome my tender caress.

For the son that hath toil’d for me ever,

And faithfully stood by my side,

Hath a hand that shall gather the harvest,

When his feeble old father hath died.

And the daughter so kind to her mother,

Shall share with him all I possess,

For I feel that they love me as father,

And welcome my tender caress.

There’s my faithful, my trustingcompanion,My kind-hearted dear loving wife;I have toil’d for her comfort withpleasure,For such was the pride of my life.And still in my manhood I love her,For her kind and affectionate care,And all that the earth can afford me,With her I most willingly share.

There’s my faithful, my trustingcompanion,

My kind-hearted dear loving wife;

I have toil’d for her comfort withpleasure,

For such was the pride of my life.

And still in my manhood I love her,

For her kind and affectionate care,

And all that the earth can afford me,

With her I most willingly share.

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