Saturday On The Farm.
'Tis Saturday morn and all is bright By nature's own endowing; The sun is fiercely giving light, And only me-- Plowing. Across the river I hear the sound Of a boatman slowly rowing; I have no time to fool around, Especially when I'm-- Hoeing. And when the dinner hour has come, And thoughts of work are fleeting, I only hear the insects hum, Because I'm busy-- Eating. At night when all things are at rest, Safe in Old Morpheus' keeping, No troubles do my mind infest, For I am soundly-- Sleeping.
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"'Tis Saturday morn and all is bright..."
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