The day I first put on those pants I held a
break-up plough—
The farmers of these later days don’t have
such wrassles now;
I drove six oxen on ahead, a pretty hefty team,
For farming in those old, old days took mus-
cle, grit and steam;
You didn’t stop for rocks and stumps, nor
dodge and skive and skip,
Or else you’d have to lug your meals on ev’ry