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Farmer Drone's Complaint

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Parent Issue
Day
1
Month
March
Year
1888
Copyright
Public Domain
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tb'llove that fate's agln me, wifc, As sure as you ïiro bom - My'tators uin'tworth pickin' np, I've preolous üttle corn. I plantod whea tho slgn was right- Folks sftiit my sced was poor, But Uien, I bad a plenty o'nt. And put In all the more. The plants wen slcldy when Ihey cama, And so I had to wait, Until the wetids had grown eo big I couldn't cultívate. But I had done tho best I eould, So 't wan't no fault o' mine; I planted in tho growin' moon, And follered every sign. I hadn't timo to haul manare, Nor did it scem quite right To put mueh time lnto a erop, Then huve it turn out light. As 'tis, 111 scarcely (rot half pay For what my labor cost; And if I'd put in twice as mueh, Jest think what I'd 'ave lost! I know my neighbors say Tm &low. And thiuk I try to sh;rk ; They teil me tiiat my farmin' tools Ain't flt for no more work. My father's good old drag and plow, They say ain't worth a "shuck"- And all such gossip comes about Jest through my plaguy luck. I always have the poorest cropi When every thing Is high- The fact is, faie's agin me, wife, And 'taln't no use to try, I thlnk ril have to quit the farm; Somehow we don't agree. Perhaps, If I try somethin' else My luck will rome to me.

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