Ye Husbandman
Ye Husbandman
Anon ye jocund Husbandman,He tills ye fertile mead;He plows ye land and rakes it well,And eke he sows ye seed.From early morn till candle lightHe toils with might and main,Nor ever stops, but busy keepsThrough wind and snow and rain.Yet though he toils full lustily,He’s free from modern ills:He has no Motor Car, and soHe pays no Chauffeur’s bills.
Anon ye jocund Husbandman,He tills ye fertile mead;He plows ye land and rakes it well,And eke he sows ye seed.From early morn till candle lightHe toils with might and main,Nor ever stops, but busy keepsThrough wind and snow and rain.Yet though he toils full lustily,He’s free from modern ills:He has no Motor Car, and soHe pays no Chauffeur’s bills.
Anon ye jocund Husbandman,
He tills ye fertile mead;
He plows ye land and rakes it well,
And eke he sows ye seed.
From early morn till candle light
He toils with might and main,
Nor ever stops, but busy keeps
Through wind and snow and rain.
Yet though he toils full lustily,
He’s free from modern ills:
He has no Motor Car, and so
He pays no Chauffeur’s bills.
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