MY FATHER WAS A FARMER.

MY FATHER WAS A FARMER.

My father was a farmer, upon the Garrick border, O,And carefully he bred me in decency and order, O;He bade me act a manly part, though I had ne’er a farthing, O—For without an honest, manly heart, no man was worth regarding, O.

My father was a farmer, upon the Garrick border, O,And carefully he bred me in decency and order, O;He bade me act a manly part, though I had ne’er a farthing, O—For without an honest, manly heart, no man was worth regarding, O.

My father was a farmer, upon the Garrick border, O,And carefully he bred me in decency and order, O;He bade me act a manly part, though I had ne’er a farthing, O—For without an honest, manly heart, no man was worth regarding, O.

My father was a farmer, upon the Garrick border, O,

And carefully he bred me in decency and order, O;

He bade me act a manly part, though I had ne’er a farthing, O—

For without an honest, manly heart, no man was worth regarding, O.

—Robert Burns.

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