My Father Was A Farmer

my father was a farmer

tuhe weaver and his shuttle, o.”

my father was a farmer upon the carrick border, o,

and carefully he bred me in ded order, o;

he bade me act a manly part, though i had ne'er a farthing, o;

for without an ho manly heart, no man was worth regarding, o.

then out into the world my course i did determine, o;

tho' to be rich was not my wish, yet to be great was charming, o;

my talents they were not the worst, nor yet my education, o:

resolv'd was i at least to try to mend my situation, o.

in many a way, and vain essay, i courted fortune's favour, o;

some cause uill stept between, to frustrate eadeavour, o;

sometimes by foes i was o'erpower'd, sometimes by friends forsaken, o;

and when my hope was at the top, i still was worst mistaken, o.

then sore harass'd and tir'd at last, with fortu

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