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‘HOE OUT YOUR ROW.’
One lazy day a farmer's boy
Was hoeing out the corn,
And moodily had listened long
To hear the dinner horn.
The welcome blast was heard at last,
And down he dropt his hoe;
But goodman shouted in his ear,
Hoe out your row!—O,
Hoe out your row!
Was hoeing out the corn,
And moodily had listened long
To hear the dinner horn.
The welcome blast was heard at last,
And down he dropt his hoe;
But goodman shouted in his ear,
Hoe out your row!—O,
Hoe out your row!
Altho' a ‘hard one’ was the row,
To use a ploughman phrase,
And the lad, as sailors have it,
Beginning well to ‘haze,’—
‘I can,’ said he, and manfully
He seized again his hoe;
And goodman smiled to see the boy
Hoe out his row,—O,
Hoe out his row.
To use a ploughman phrase,
And the lad, as sailors have it,
Beginning well to ‘haze,’—
‘I can,’ said he, and manfully
He seized again his hoe;
And goodman smiled to see the boy
Hoe out his row,—O,
Hoe out his row.
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The lad the text remembered long,
And proved the moral well,
That perseverance to the end
At last will nobly tell.
Take courage, man! resolve you can,
And strike a vig'rous blow,
In life's great field of varied toil
Hoe out your row,—O,
Hoe out your row.
And proved the moral well,
That perseverance to the end
At last will nobly tell.
Take courage, man! resolve you can,
And strike a vig'rous blow,
In life's great field of varied toil
Hoe out your row,—O,
Hoe out your row.
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