The farmer and his family
Came my way to live off the land.
And they all came to live with me,
Hard life they came to understand.
There were the years of awful drought,
When crops did wither in the field.
The family did live without,
When the farm did produce no yield.
But then the farm fate did change for
The family, prosperity
Came in good production galore.
A fancy new home came to be.
The farmer has moved into town,
Leaving this farmhouse to fall down.
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