'Tis Better to Stay on the Farm.

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E. R. LATTA.
J. H. TENNE.

1. As guiding his plow 'mid the corn rows,
The grass and the weeds to destroy,

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What wonderful day dreams of pleasure
Take form in the mind of the boy.
He knows not the wiles of the city,
So frequently leading to harm;
My boy, from your reverie waken,
'Tis better to stay on the farm.

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'Tis better to stay on the farm, my boy,
'Tis better to stay on the farm;
Your dreaming will lead you to harm, my boy,
Will certainly lead you to harm;
'Tis better to stay on the farm.

2. The gas-lighted hall, with its pleasures,
He dreams of, and longs to be there;
And heedless of trouble and labor,
He thither-ward seems to repair.
"How stupid a life in the country,
The city has many a charm!"
My boy, from your reverie waken,
'Tis better to stay on the farm.

CHORUS.

3. He dreams he's a clerk at the counter,
And thinks if it almost divine;
He toils in the cornfield no longer,
No more shall his spirit repine.
But hearken! the noon bell is calling,
The dreamer starts up in alarm!
My boy, if you'll only believe me,
'Tis better to stay on the farm.

CHORUS.