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Folk Song

X:1 T:The Rest Of The Day's Your Own C:Jack Lane (1915) Z:Webmaster

1/4=120

M:6/8 L:1/8 K:D

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 e2 d2 c2| d4- d2| z| F| A3/2 A/2 A3/2 A/2 d3/2 d/2| d3/2 d/2 E3/2 E/2 E3/2 E/2|
 B3 A B2| e2 d2 c2| d4- d2| z| d| c3/2 c/2 c3/2 c/2 c3/2 c/2| d3/2 ^A/2 c3/2 B/2 B3/2 ^A/2|
 B3 c d3/2 F/2| ^E3/2 F/2 c3/2 =E/2 ^D3/2 E/2| B3/2 ^A/2 B3/2 c/2 =A3| z|

M:6/8

 d2 B A2 z| d2 B A2 z| d2 B AGF| G2 F E2 z| d2 B A2 z| d2 B A2 z| ^G2 A BAG|
 A2 B c2 z| d2 B A2 z| d2 B A2 z| d2 B AGF| G2 F E2 z| d2 B A2 z| d2 B A2 z|
 E2 ^G Bed| c2 B A2 z| d2 B A2 z| d2 B A2 z| d2 B AGF| G2 F E2 z| d2 B A2 z|
 d2 B A2 z| ^G2 A BAG| A2 B c2 z| d2 B A2 z| d2 B A2 z| d2 B A2 F|
 E3- E z E| F^EF G2 G| A2 A B2 B| dBG F2 E| D3- D2||

% W:1 W:One day when I was out of work, a job I went to seek W:To be a Farmer's Boy W:At last I found an easy job at a half-a-crown a week - W:To be a Farmer's Boy W:The farmer says 'I think I've got the very job for you, W:Your duties will be light for this is all you've got to do; W:Rise at three every morn, milk the cow with the crumpled horn, W:Feed the pigs, clean the sty, teach the pigeons the way to fly, W:Plough the fields, mow the hay, help the cocks and the hens to lay, W:Sow the seed, tend the crops, chase the fly from the turnip tops, W:Clean the knives, black the shoes, scrub the kitchen and sweep the flues, W:Help the wife, empty the pots, grow the cabbages and shallots. W:Make the bed, dust the coal, tune the gramophone, W:Then if there's no more work to do - The rest of the day's your own.' W: W:2 W:So I scratched my head, I thought it would be absolutely prime W:To be a Farmer's Boy W:The farmer says, 'Of course you'll have to do some overtime W:To be a Farmer's Boy W:Said he, 'The duties that I've given you, you'll be quickly through, W:So I've been thinking out a few more things that you can do; W:Skim the milk, make the cheese, chop the meat for the sausages, W:Bath the kids, mend their clothes, use your dial to scare the crows, W:In the milk put the chalk, shave the knobs off the pickled pork, W:Shoe the horse, rake the coal, take the cat for a midnight stroll, W:Cook the food, scrub the stairs, teach the parrot to say his prayers, W:Roast the joint, bake the bread, shake the feathers up in the bed, W:When the wife has got the gout, rub her funny-bone, W:Then if there's nothing else to do - The rest of the day's your own. W: W:3 W:I thought it was a shame to take his money, you can bet W:For being a Farmer's Boy, W:And so I wrote my duties down in case I should forget W:That I was a Farmer's Boy. W:I took all night to write them down, I didn't go to bed, W:Somehow I got them all mixed up for this is how it read; W:Scrub the wife every day, teach the nanny-goat how to lay, W:Shave the cat, tune the cheese, fit the tights on the sausages, W:Bath the pigs, break the pots, beat the kids with a few carrots, W:Roast the horse, dust the bread, put the cocks and the hens to bed, W:Boots and shoes black with chalk, shave the hair on the pickled pork, W:But all the rest I forgot, somehow it has flown, W:But I got the sack this morning, so - The rest of my life's my own. % % % % %]

					
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