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"Pray tell to me if any there be to give to me employ, To plow and sow, to reap and mow, and to be a farmer's boy.
"My father's dead, my mother's left five children very
small, And what is worse for mother still I'm the eldest of
them all, Though little I be I fear no work if you will me employ, To plow to sow, to reap and mow and to be a farmer's
"And if you will not me employ a favor I have to ask. Will you shelter me till the break of day from this cold
winter's blast? At the break of day I'll haste away elsewhere to seek
employ To plow, to sow, to reap and mow, and to be a farmer's
The farmer said, "Pray take the lad, no farther let him
seek." "0 yes, dear father," the daughter cried, while tears
ran down her cheek, Those that will work 'tis hard to want and wander for
employ, To plow, to sow, to reap, to mow, and be a farmer's
In course of time he grew to be a man. This good old farmer died,