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Oh, a farmer's life ain't roses and his work is never done: And a job's no sooner over than another is begun. For he's toiling late and early from the rising of the sun Till he sinks behind the hill.

But it grows, that peaceful feeling While I'm sitting smoking there, And the kiddies all are kneeling To repeat their ev'ning prayer; For it seems, somehow, to lighten all the care that must be bore When the things of life are worrying, and times are troubling sore; And I pray that God will keep them when my own long-day is o'er, And the sun's behind the hill.