A Farmer’s Wife I’ll Be

 

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A Farmer’s Wife I’ll Be.

I’m a wild and laughing girl, just turned sweet sixteen,
As full of mischief and of fun as ever you have seen;
And when I am a woman grown, no city beaux for me —
If e’er I marry in my life, a farmer’s wife I’ll be.

I love a country life, I love the joyous breeze,
I love to hear the singing birds along the lofty trees;
The lowing herds and bleating flocks make music sweet for me —
If e’er I marry in my life, a farmer’s wife I’ll be.

I love to feed the chickens, and I love to milk the cow,
I love to hear the farmer’s boy a whistling at his plow;
And fields of corn and waving grain are pleasant sights for me —
If e’er I marry in my life a farmer’s wife I’ll be.

I love to see the orchards where the golden apples grow,
I love to walk in meadows where the bright streamlets flow
And flowery banks and shady woods have many charms for me —
If e’er I marry in my life, a farmer’s wife I’ll be.

Let other girls who love it best enjoy the gloomy town,
Mid dusty walls and dusty streets, to ramble up and down;
But flowery fields and shady woods, and sunny skies for me —
If e’er I marry in my life, a farmer’s wife I’ll be.

Watertown Chronicle (Watertown, Wisconsin) Dec 20, 1854

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