Farmer's Boy


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Farmer's Boy


One leaf typewritten in blue ink on the front side and handwritten in pencil on the reverse side. The document is in good physical condition. The document was laminated. The upper right corner, the lower right corner, and the lower left corner were folded into the laminate. There are three minor tears at the top edge. There is some minor fraying at the lower right edge. There is minor staining of unknown origin throughout the document. The word "copy" was handwritten in pencil at the upper right corner and then later erased The document was folded vertically in half.


Folk songs -- English Farmers -- Songs and music Children -- Songs and music Inheritance and succession -- Songs and music


W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

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I. G. Greer


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The Farmer's Boy

The sun had sunk behind the hills
Across yon dreary moor.
When wet and cold there came a boy
Up to the farmer's door.
“Can you tell me”, said he, “if any there be
Who would like to give employ
For to plow and sow, to reap and mow,
And to be a farmer's boy?

“My father'dead--my mother's left
With four poor children small,
And what is worse for mother still
I'm the eldest of them all.
But though small, I'll work as hard as I can
If I can get employ
For to plow and sow, to reap and mow,
And to be a farmer's boy!”

The farmer's wife cried, “Try the lad,
Let him no further seek!”
“O, do, papa!” the daughter said,
While a tear stood on her cheek:
“For those who will work 'tis hard to want,
Or to wander for employ
For to plow and sow, to reap and mow,
And to be a farmer's boy!”

The farmer's boy he grew a man--
The good old farmer died,
He left the lad with all he had,
And his daughter for a bride!
The boy that was, now a farmer is
And he thinks and smiles with joy,
At the close of day when he passed that way
To be a farmer's boy!

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Farmer's Boy

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The Farmer's Boy

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Brown, Play-Party and Dance Songs - 88 Randolph, 118

Dimensions - Original

214 mm x 279 mm

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Paul L. Robertson