Emilie Poulsson. Cornelia C. Roeske.
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1. There was a field that waiting lay, All hard and brown and bare; There was a thrifty farmer came And fenced it in with care, There was a thrifty farmer came And fenced it in with care. |
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2. Then came a ploughman with his plough; From early until late, Across the field and back again, He ploughed the furrows straight. | 3. The harrow then was brought to make The ground more soft and loose; And soon the farmer said with joy, “My field is fit for use.” |
| 4. For many days the farmer then Was working with his hoe; And little Johnny brought the corn And dropped the kernels—so! | 5. And there they lay, until awaked By tapping rains that fell, Then pushed their green plumes up to greet The sun they loved so well. |
| 6. Then flocks and flocks of hungry crows Came down the corn to taste; But ba-ang! went the farmer’s gun, And off they flew in haste. | 7. Then grew and grew the corn, until, When autumn days had come, With sickles keen they cut it down, And sang the “Harvest Home.” |
