THE OLD FARMER TO HIS SONS.
Come, boys, I have something to tell .you ; Come near, I would whisper it low— You are thinking of leaving the homestead, Don’t be in a hurry to go. The city has many attractions ; But think of the vices and sins, When once in the vortex of fashion, How downward the course soon begins. You talk of the mines of Australia, They’re wealthy in gold, without doubt, But, ah ! there is gold on the farm, boys, If only you’ll shovel it out. The mercantile life is a hazard, The goods are first high and then low, Better risk the old farm a while longer ; Don’t be in a hurry to go. The great, stirring world has inducements ; There is many a bustling mart, But wealth is not made in a day, boys. Don’t be in a hurry to start! The bankers and brokers are wealthy; They take in their thousands or so, But think of the frauds and deceptions— Don’t be in a hurry to go I The farm is the safest and surest, The stackyard is well fill’d to-day, You’re free as the air of the mountains, And monarch of all you survey; Better stay on the farm a while longer, Though profit should come rather slow ; Remember you’ve nothing to risk, boys ; Don’t be in a hurry to go.
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Globe, Volume VIII, Issue 949, 10 July 1877, Page 3
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