poem

posted October 29, 2010

The Farmers Arms

‘Let the Wealthy & Great,

Roll  in Splendor & State,

envy them notdeclare it.

I eat my own Lamb,

My chickens and Ham,

shear my own Fleece & I wear it

I have Lawns, I have Bow’rs,

I have Fruits, I have Flow’rs,

The Lark is my morning alarmer.

So jolly boys now, Here’s God speed the Plough.

Long Life & Success to

the Farmer.’