The Farmer's Song(From The Book, The Found In The Lost World; My Upcoming Adventure Play) Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

(Song)
Let the sun be drunken,
Of our salt sweet sweat;
And the soil and the earth
All our cutlass and blades blunten.
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...The whole world is gone holiday
I'm going to plant my yamseeds
I will pill, I will till and I will fill
I will not defer not even a day.
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It gladens me, it is my daily exercise
Our hoes have made our hands heavy;
Stronger than the sons of egyptians,
Come and dine with me at no price.
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I eats the choicest, full are my cups
Let us feast and drink, for tomorrow we'll die
Do not be idle my dear sharpest blade;
You are my heir if I die, you will bury me up.
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No dollars to sew the frock a skiver's rend
Hoohhooh, but I am rich yes I am rich!
Greater in forth of greater men
I'm a friend of so many friends.
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......when they were lazy to sow,
It was I who increased their fathers;
The whole earth may betray their brothers
But not my iron gold not my honest hoe.