tramps talk

Said Joss to his companion Jake

It’s been a long day now my feet ache

Let’s just sit on this farmers style

And watch life go by for a while

Look at those fields with fluffy sheep

And that silly dog rounding up in a heap

The cows are moving out of the late sun

I suppose it’s time for milking to be done

This is the life in good country air

Wish I were a farmer if life were fair

To wake every morning survey all I see

Knowing all of it belonged to me

Jake snorted as old tramps often do

Farming’s no life for a man to pursue

I was a farmer for years, more than two score

But now I owe nothing to banks anymore