To be a farmer's boy....

The boy he stayed till he grew a man
And the good old farmer died.
He left the lad with all he had
And his daughter for his bride.
But the lad that now a farmer is,
He oft times smiles with joy
When he thinks of the day that he came this way
All for to seek employ,
For to plow and to sow and to reap and to mow
And to be a farmer's boy, boy,
And to be a farmer's boy.

They don't write them like that anymore.....