The Farmer's Boy |
Traditional ballad
The sun had set behind yon hills, Across yon dreary moor, Weary and lame, a boy there came Up to a farmer's door: 'Can you tell me if any there be That will give me employ, To plow and sow, and reap and mow, And be a farmer's boy?
2. 'My father is dead, and mother is left | 3. 'And if that you won't me employ, One favour I've to ask, - Will you shelter me, till break of day, From this cold winter's blast? At break of day, I'll trudge away Elsewhere to seek employ, To plow and sow, and reap and mow, And be a farmer's boy.'
4. 'Come, try the lad,' the mistress said, |
5. And when the lad became a man, The good old farmer died, And left the lad the farm he had, And his daughter for his bride. The lad that was, the farm now has, Oft smiles, and thinks with joy Of the lucky day he came that way, To be a farmer's boy. |