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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS 71
And he left the lad the farm he had and the daughter
for his bride. Now the lad that was the farmer is, he oft times thinks
with joy Of the lucky day he came that way to be a farmer's boy, To plow, to sow, to reap and mow, and to be a farmer's
THE RICH YOUNG FARMER
There was a rich young farmer,
And he was of high renown, He courted a fair and handsome daughter,
As ever lived in England town.
When her parents came to know it,
It grieved their hearts full sore; They said they'd send him far over the ocean,
Where he'd cease to love no more.
One morning, 0 one morning,
One morning just at dawn, As bold as a ranger and just like a stranger
I met my true love a-walking along.
"Look up, look up, my pretty fair maiden,
0 can't you fancy me?" "0 no, kind sir, my fancy is a farmer,
And has lately gone to sea."