The Farmers Boy
The sun had set beyond yon hill,
Across the dreary moor,
When weary and lame, a boy there came,
Up to the farmer's door,
"Can you tell me whe'ere I be,
And one that will me employ,"
To plough and sow, to reap and mow,
And be a farmer's boy,
And be a farmer's boy?
The farmer's wife cried "Try the lad,
Let him no longer seek".
"Yes Father do" the Daughter cried,
While the tears rolled down her cheek:
"For those who would work, 'tis hard to want
And wander for employ".
Don't let him go, but let him stay,
And be a farmer's boy,
And be a farmer's boy?
The Farmer's Boy grew up a man,
And the good old couple died,
They left the lad the farm they had,
And the daughter for his bride;
Now the lad that was, the farm now has,
Oft he thinks and smiles with joy.
Oh, happy day he came that way,
To be a Farmer's Boy,
To be a Farmer's Boy.
