96 ORIGINAL SONG. 



Tlie merchant may draw on his bank for his spoil, 



Bill the farmer draws wealth from the Banks of his soil. 



We'll not rail at this world, dz-c. 



IV. 



Our song may be homely, but then we all know 

 There are many dear things which that sweet word can show, 

 And let earth's fairest clime produce spirits more fair 

 Than preside o'er our homes and make happiness there I 

 May the Farmers of Essex forever be found, 

 With the First of our Country in tilling the ground, 

 And when we have done with the plough and the sod, 

 May we all gather fruit in " the Garden of God" ! 



We'll not rail at this world, &,c^ 



