A hungry army can never fight,
So we must feed our men,
And the one who stays at home and plants
In every meadow and glen
And raises the grain to give them bread
Is patriot, brave and true
As any soldier who fights today
’Neath the red, the white, the blue.
Enter farmers, 10 boys in overalls and straw hats, carrying hoes, rakes, etc. They sing, air, “Vive L’Amour”.