My Father Was A Farmer

down, with all her wonted malice, o:

i make indeed my daily bread, but ne'er make it farther, o:

but as daily bread is all i need, i do not much regard her, o.

when sometimes by my labour, i earn a little money, o,

some unforeseen misfortune es gen'rally upon me, o;

misce, mistake, or by , or my goodnatur'd folly, o:

but e what will, i've sworn it still, i'll ne'er be melancholy, o.

all you who follow wealth and power with uing ardour, o,

the more in this you look for bliss, you leave your view the farther, o:

had you the wealth potosi boasts, or nations to adore you, o,

a cheerful ho-hearted i will prefer before you, o.