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Rh For all the cash was comin' in and little goin' out,

But now, you see, the farmer men are 'ungry-faced and thin,

For all the cash is goin' out and little comin' in.

But in the days I'm speakin' of, before the drop in wheat,

The life them farmers led was such as couldn't well be beat;

They went the pace amazin', they 'unted and they shot,

And this 'ere Jeremiah Brown the liveliest of the lot.

'E was a fine young fellar; the best roun' 'ere by far,

But just a bit full-blooded, as fine young fellars are;