The North Carolinian

One lazy day a youth
Was hoeing out the corn,
And moodily had listened long
To hear the dinner horn.

But goodman whispered in his ear,
And down he dropt his hoe:
Hoe out your row—O
Hoe out your row.

Altho' a "hard one" was the row,
To use a plowman's phrase.
And the lad, as the sailors have it,
Beginning well to 'haze'—

"I can," said he, and manfully
He seized again his hoe:
And goodman smiled to see the boy
Hoe out his row—
O,
Hoe out his row,

The lad the text remembered,
And proved the moral well,
That perseverance to the end
At last will nobly tell.

Take courage man! resolve you can,
And strike a vigorous blow.
In life's great field of varied toil
Hoe out your row
O,
Hoe out your row.