A Treat For the Girls

A farmers works not easy It’s a hard and lonely life I never gets to town much So its hard to find a wife I’m up at dawn most every morn A milking and a feeding Then afternoons I’m in the fields A hoeing and a weeding So when the sun goes down at night The working day be done I’ll go down to the sheep pen Just to pick a pretty one They sees me in my wellies And they all begin to bleat They know that I am there to give Some special girl a treat