Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1924-06-11
The Farmers Life

The Farmers Lille
I saw in the paper the other day
Where eminent wise man rose to say
That it made him weary to hear the way
Some sapheads pity the farmer.
He said they Squandering sympathy
That the granger, he lucky cuss,
And they'd spoil him utterly talking thus.
"sweet is the life that the farmer leads,
Turning the brown glebe, sowing seeds,
Watching the green crop spring and grow,
Smoking his pipe in the afterglow
"The life of the farmer harsh and rough?
Tell me, where do they get that stuff?
Monarch is he of his domain
Blest by the sun and the gentle ram
Nothing to do but to rest his brain.
Scattering seeds the warm earth's
And bounteous Nature does the rest'
Garnering in when the seasons done,
Nothing but peace and bucolic fun
WHY the farmers life is an easy one!
read this speech in the cleaning sweet
Soaking the chilblains on my teet, d
And it cheered me up and felt SO glau
To think of the indolent job l had
That 1 yelped and sang
Till the rafters rang,
Oh. I am the rollicking, frolicking Rube'
Whistling the hours away;
Churning the butterine into a cupe'
Tossing the new-mown hay
(Fourteen hours every day.)
Come, innocent pleasures that help me to
The heavenly peace that has grizzled my
hair; ,.,5
The hogs have the PIP ana lhe 0Ni 90
And the horses the heaves and the chick
ems the roup, ,,e,,
Their tiny sweet voices in anthems OF
praise ~
AS he toys with the hoe
(Fourteen hours at a throW.)
am the luckiest guy alive!
Never single care
But the dadgum moth in my y, beehive
And nv eight kids over there
(Shoes six dollars palr.)
And I firt with the frost and hlrt WITH
Ana The cute little cutworm I tap on the
And I tuck the corn grain in it's cunning
And ea tbe j Jolly crows hurry and help it
come up;
The katydids sing and the grasshopperS
And the mice and the rabbits help gather
And t4 There's hardly thing that the far.
p,+ ne StruepIe with grippe and hay fever
and flu +ho mortgage
And dream of the DAY "Aen '
comes due.
am a rollicking son of gum
Laughing the hours away;
c,haSine the harrow from sun to sum-
Dancing along till the day is done'
The farmers life is an easy ohe'
Nothing to do but play
(Fourteen hours every day.
Trip all day DER the sunny lea,
chased by the red-hot pu1npleoee'
Singing a song so merrl-lee-
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Never a care to worry me-
Red carbuncles on my neck,
Dirt in my pillow shoes by the pech'
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~ TO tbe corns that grow on my battereu
toe.
1r.,,4or comes. and I still have fun
For the farmers life is an easy Gne;
Smoking corn from the lloA9 +ocIr.
SLonobnTmaiding the barnyard sIocA,
al1lvel forth with the milking pail;
BattIing sleet and the tearlhs Sal o,y,s tail.
And the frozen chunk on the ola So" ''''''
n,oa;re the woodpile from the snow
DIa71inp the frost from my frozen zoe.
NJ o1,,il,1 the ice from the frozen pump
NAV rs IF how I shall have to hump
To keen myself and family oedI
0S,+ of the poor house one more yeaI eors
| While my bunlons slo"
Pardon the butterfly life lead
NAM COOS M and wheat goes down;
s ~ al the while, in the far-otf town,
The The overworlzed middleman' wan WIN
s..s en- IL his over-stuffed office chair
And slaves and slaves with never d sup
S+nffing his pockets with my crop
"a what am I doing while he does TINS l.Es.
I'm barring my nose to the bl dan chores ss
I'm shoveling snow and I'm d 40 as,e con- in
when N the rest of the world is asleep IL
Kick up my heels in my rustic gee f,oa.
For the life of the farmer Is easy anu
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Nothing at all to worry me!
I>Taxes due and the doctors blll'
That is the reason that l trlll-
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6oSn' D"t Lowell Otis Reese.