Another Little Boy.
Reading edition
I’m a little husbandman,
Work and labour hard I can:
I’m as happy all the day
At my work, as if ’twere play:
Tho’ I’ve nothing fine to wear.
Yet for that I do not care.
When to work I go along,
Singing loud my morning song,
With my wallet at my back,
Or my waggon-whip to smack;
Oh, I am as happy then,
As the idle gentlemen.
I’ve a hearty appetite,
And I soundly sleep at night.
Down I lie content, and say,
“I’ve been useful all the day:
I’d rather be a plough-boy, than
A useless little gentleman.”