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To Be a Farmers Boy
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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?
My father is dead, and my mother is left
With five children, great and small;
And what is worse for my mother still,
I'm the oldest of them all.
Though little, i'll work as hard as a Turk,
I'm the oldest of them all
If you give me employ,
To plow and sow, and reep and mow,
And be a farmer's boy.
And be a farmer's boy?
"And if that you won't me employ,
One favour I've to ask, -
Will you shelter me, till break of day,
From the cold winter's blast?
At break of day, I'll trudge away
Elsewhere to seek employ,
To plow and sow, and 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.
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