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Glee Club, consisting of Messrs. Thomas Tucker, Bridge Wheat, 

 J. E. Clark, and J. II. D. Blake, to the tunc of " The Pirate's 

 Glee." 



THE FARMER'S SONG. 



Come on, come on, ye sturdy Farmer, 

 Who hold the plough and hold the mold ; 

 At close of year we've ■well stored garners. 

 The worth of which cannot be told. 



We plough, we sow, we end with reaping, 



Reward is sui-c for those who toil ; 



The morn we never spend in sleeping, — 



The evening — never in turmoil. 



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Plough on, plough on, we take the prizes 

 By honest, toil and not by stealth ; 

 Our business mind — shun the assizes — 

 At home — " sweet home," content and health. 



We plough, we sow, we end with reaping, &c. 



Sow on, sow on, soon comes the mowing, — 

 The ground well burdened needs relief; 

 No seeds of petty strife we 're sowing — 

 No fertile lands we hold in fief. 



We plough 'we sow, we end with reaping, &c 



Rake on, rake on, though brow is sweating, 

 'T is better far than sweat of strife ; 

 The prize we win is not by betting, 

 No jealousies embitter life. 



We plough, we sow, we end with reaping, &c. 



Reap on, reap on, the fruits now swelling, 

 Are more than we can name or count ; 

 Than Arab's spice their fragrant smelling 

 The Wilder ones — themselves a fount. 



We plough, we sow, we end with reaping, &c. 



Go on, go on, good brother Farmer, 

 The years pass by — they 're quickly flown ; 

 Make each successive year a charmer, 

 For by our fruits we shall be known. 



We '11 plow, we '11 sow, we '11 end with reaping. 



Reward is sure for those who toil. 



The morn we '11 never spend in sleeping, 



The evening never in turmoil. 



