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Another little Boy.
I'm a little husbandman,
Work and labour hard I can;
I'm as happy all the day
At my work as if 'twere play;
Tho' I've nothing fine to wear,
Yet for that I do not care.
Work and labour hard I can;
I'm as happy all the day
At my work as if 'twere play;
Tho' I've nothing fine to wear,
Yet for that I do not care.
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When to work I go along,
Singing loud my morning song,
With my wallet at my back,
Or my waggon whip to smack;
O, I am as happy then,
As the idle gentlemen.
Singing loud my morning song,
With my wallet at my back,
Or my waggon whip to smack;
O, I am as happy then,
As the idle gentlemen.
I've a hearty appetite,
And I soundly sleep at night,
Down I lie content, and say,
“I've been useful all the day:
I'd rather be a plough-boy, than
A useless little gentleman.”
And I soundly sleep at night,
Down I lie content, and say,
“I've been useful all the day:
I'd rather be a plough-boy, than
A useless little gentleman.”
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