Landscape 32 The Farmer's Beer Mug Poem by Stewart McKenzie

Let the wealthy and great
Roll in splendour and state.
I envy them not I declare it.
I grow my own wheat,
I bake my own bread.
I weave my own cloth and I wear it.
I eat my own lamb
My own chickens and ham.
I shear my own fleece and I wear it.
I have lawns I have bowers
I have fruit I have flowers
The lark is my morning alarmer.
So my jolly boys now
Here's God speed the plough.
Long life and success to the farmer.

From a 17th Century English farmer’s beer mug
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