The Farmers Arms
‘Let the Wealthy & Great,
Roll  in Splendor & State,
I envy them not I declare it.
I eat my own Lamb,
My chickens and Ham,
I 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.’