THE FARMER FEEDETH ALL.
My lord rides through the palace gate, My lady sweeps along in state, The sage thinks long on many a thing, And the maidens muse on marrying ; The minstrel harpeth merrily, Tbe sailor ploughs the foaming sea, The huntsman kills the good red deer, And the soldier wars without fear; But fall to. each whatever befall, The farmer he must feed them all. Smith hammerieh cheery red the sword, Priest preacheth pure tbe Holy Word, Dame Alice worketh broidery well, Clerk Richard tales of love can tell ; The tap- wife sells her foaming beer, Dan Fisher fisbeth in the mere, And courtiers ruffle, strut, and shine, While pages bring the Gascon wine ; But fall to each, whatever befall. The farmer he must feed them all. • Man builds his castles fair and high, Wherever river runneth by ; Great cities rise in every land, Great chuiches show, the builder's hand, Great arches, monuments, and towers, Fair palaces and pleasing bowers ; Great work is done, but here or.there, And well man worketh everywhere ; But work or^rest-rrr-whate'er. befall, The farmer he must feed them all.
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Clutha Leader, Volume I, Issue 20, 26 November 1874, Page 3
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185THE FARMER FEEDETH ALL. Clutha Leader, Volume I, Issue 20, 26 November 1874, Page 3
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