Born to this farm
I worked the soil
I loved my life
And my toil

Replaced now
By heartless machine
The farmer looks sad
Progress, nightmare not dream

My gate is flung open
I am chased out
No place for me now
I wander aimlessly about

The farmer stands often
By the open gate
He knows someday
He shall share my fate


I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, & I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve