Sunbury American And Shamokin Journal

The Farmer.

A SONG.--By J. J. BAKER, of Philadelphia.

Sung at a meeting of the Agricultural Society at New Brunswick.

A farmer's life is the life for me,
I own I love it dearly;
And every season full of glee,
I take its labors cheerly--
To plough or sow,
To reap or mow,
Or in the barn to thrash, sir,
All's one to me,
I plainly see,
'Twill bring me health and cash, sir.

The lawyer leads a harass'd life,
Much like that of a hunted otter,
And 'tween his own and others' strife,
He's always in hot water--
For foe or friend,
A cause defend.
However wrong must be, sir--
In reason's spite,
Maintain 'tis right,
And dearly earn his fee, sir.

The doctor styled a gentleman,
But this I hold but humbug:
For, like a tavern waiting man,
To every call 'he's coming,
Now here, now there,
Must he repair.
Or starve, sir, by denying:
Like death himself,
Unhappy elf,
He lives by others' dying.

A farmer's life then let me live,
Obtaining while I lead it,
Enough for self, and some to give
To such poor souls as need it.
I'll drain and fence,
Nor grudge expense,
To give the land good dressing
I'll plough or sow,
Or drill in row,
And hope from Heaven a blessing.