The Fine Young Agriculturist.
The winter comes, as winter came some fifty years ago—
Sometimes muggy, warm, and wet, and sometimes frost and snow;
And, weather notwithstanding, comes the Christmas Cattle Show;
But the modern English farmer our forefathers wouldn’t know,
In the fine Young Agriculturist—one of the modern time.
He don’t take days to travel up by daily coach and mail,
And stop at roadside posting-houses, drinking rum and ale.
Or waste his time to dine, and hear the landlord’s oft-told tale,