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<h2 id="THE_HAPPY_FARMER">THE HAPPY FARMER.</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> The farmer is a happy man, His life is free from care, With naught to make his spirit sad Or make him want to swear; All day among the cockle burrs He gaily grubs and hoes, And money never troubles him, Unless 'tis what he owes. </div> <div class="stanza"> How sweet at early dawn of day To rise before the sun, And hustle briskly round the barn Till all the chores are done;[117] To feed the cows, and milk them, too, In brightly shining pails, The while they tread upon your corns And thump you with their tails. </div> <div class="stanza"> How sweet to hie into the field, From breakfast smoking hot, And chase a plough all day around A forty acre lot, And, when it strikes against a stone, Drawn by the horses stout, To have the handles prance around And punch your daylights out. </div> <div class="stanza"> How sweet at noon to lie at ease Beneath some spreading tree, And hold a secret session With an ardent bumble bee, And when your rheumatism makes Your legs refuse to go, How sweet to lie upon your back And watch your mortgage grow. </div> <div class="stanza"> And when the busy cares of day Have faded with the light, How sweet to lie in peaceful sleep Throughout the dewy night, And to hear the partner of your joys, At the first faint tinge of dawn, Shout, "Come, old granger, hump yourself The cows are in the corn." </div> <div class="stanza"> Mortimer C. Brown. </div> </div> <hr class="chap" /> [118] <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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