The Farmer's Boy - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE FARMER'S BOY. 
The sun had gone down behind you hill, And o'er you dreary moor. When weary and lame, a boy there came Up to a farmer's door, Saying: Can you tell me if any there be Can give to me employ? 
Chorus. For to plough, for to mow, for to reap, for to sow. For to be a farmer's boy. 
My father is dead, my mother is left With her five children small, And what is worse for mother still, I'm the eldest of them all; Though small I am, I fear no work. If you will give me employ. -Chorus. 
If you cannot me employ, one favor yet I ask. That Is, to shelter me this night From the cold Winter's blast; At the break of day I will trudge away. Elsewhere to seek employ. -Chorus. 
The farmer says, we'll try the lad, No further let him seek; Oh! yes, dear father, the daughter cried. While the tears rolled down her cheek. For him that can labor it is hard to want, Or elsewhere to seek employ.- chorus. 
At length of years this boy grew up, This good old farmer died: He left the boy the farm he had, And his daughter for his bride. The boy that was is a farmer now, And he oftimes thinks with joy-
Chorus. On the happy, happy day he came that way For to be a farmer's boy.