The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1838-10-02

w hlle sons ana daughters rounu MIN crowd,
/ Feels joys that never fire;
With such band join heart and hand,
And never bend the knee
To mortal king, but ever sing,
! We're Farmers and we're Free.
Come all who love our country's veal,
Come all who hate dull care,
And see what pleasures farmers feel,
| On this, the Farmers Fair;
And raise again the Joyous strain
Well never bend The knee
TO mortal kng-but sing,
We're Farmers and we're Free.
But there Is ONE to whom we d bow,
| With alteration due;
| o, may His blessing crown us now,
Aud follow us life through;
10 him let's raise the song Of praise,
To Him let's bend the knee,
He is our King--to Him let's sing,
It's He who made US Free.
To close the exercises of the day, the follow ~
song was sung IN the tune of"The Star Spangled
Banner by Mr. WooD, accompanied by the Or.
gan, by Mr. PADDOCK, in a that called forth
from the audience repeated applause
9. FARMERS SONG.
YE brown, bonny rus,ics, aud lords OF the soil,
Come, let short ditty amuse you awhile;
For Farmers who live by the sweat of the BROW
Oft join in a song, they follow the pow.
With GALLANT and Col DING and DoBBIN we 60,
While our fields loud eecho GEL-U d GEE o
We Farmers awake at the break of the morn,
When the thrush mounts the pine top from bramble
or thorn;
While loungers lie snoring, our labor goes on,
With our bright cattle moving brisk the lawn.
With Gallant, &c. &c.
| In the days of our sires, but a short while ago,
1t was deemed dishonor to plough or to hoe;
And tbs the pride of our grentes, of men,
To trim the green cornfeIds Il NOW the sweet glen.
With Gallant, &c.
Time was, when the plough, with its hoggls and jog,
Just turned up the turf, like the snout ola hog;
But modern improvement, with stout sturdy team,
Goes the depth of the soil, though it reach to the
With Gallant, &c.
Our low-ands once covered with rushes and fern
A lair for the dong and home for the hern,
Reclaimed by industry, plainly disclose,
That toll makes the wilderness bloom like the rose
With Gallant, &c.
Our broad-cIoths imported, with gew gaws and trash
Our corsetted dandies may wear for dash;
But fine Yankee home-spun, the world must confess
! Is fit for Kings Presidents dress.
With Gallant, &c.
! See labor gives health to country around,
And our stalls, and our markets with plenty abound;
On beat of Old England let epcures dine,
Yet naught can excel rich Yankee surloin
With Gallant, &c.
John Bull calls US pumpkins-what argufies that,
But to prove that soil is both mellow and fat ?
He may rail, he please, but guess It's agreed.
Mat nhn has NTH in
With Gallant, &c.
But bark, what foreboding is heard in the street.
''Hard times is The by word from all that we meet;
Still the breast Of the Farmer cheering hope feels
While his crops the valleys and iocks crown
the hills.
With Gallant, &c.
Some growing ambitious, and purse growing lank,
To fill up their Golfers, resort to the Bank
But wealth the most lasting is purchased by toll,
And Farmers best bank is bank Of rich soil.
| With Gallant, &c.
John Glover, he welded the sweet Molly Bean,
Who learned of her mother to knit and 10 spin,
To milk, and churn, and TO make cheeses. q such
They managed with prudence and 'thrived like
the Duch.'
Would mother, and father, and daughter, and son,
Here take good lesson from Molly and John,
And let their expenses and notions be less,
Then health and contentment their labor would
bless.
With GALLANT and GoLDING and DoBBIN they'd
And their fields loud reecho, GEE-up, and GEE-Ol
1t is said that Joseph Bonaparte, with his suite,
has embarked for New York, and Is daily expected.