The Farmer
The king may rule o’er land and sea,
The lord may live right royally,
The soldier ride in pomp and pride,
The sailor roam o’er the ocean wide
But this or that, What’er befall,
The farmer, he must feed them all.
The writer thinks, the poet sings,
The craftsman follows wondrous things,
The doctor heals, the lawyer pleads,
The Miner follows precious leads,
But this or that what’er befall,
The farmer, he must feed them all.
The merchant, he may buy or sell,
The teacher do his duty well,
The men may toil through busy days,
Or men may stroll through pleasant ways,
From king to beggar, what’er befall,
The farmer, he must feed them all.
The farmer’s trade is one of worth,
His pasture with the sky and earth,
His pasture with the sun and rain,
And no man loses for his gain,
And men may rise and men may fall,
But the farmer, he must feed them all.
God bless the man who sows the wheat,
Who finds us milk, and fruit and meat,
May his purse be heavy, his heart be light,
His cattle and corn and all go right,
God bless the seed his and let fall
For the farmer, he must feed us all...
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