Po' Farmer

cho: Po' farmer, po' farmer, po' farmer,
Dey git all de farmer make.

I saw a humble farmer,
His back was bended low,
He came from pickin' cotton,
From off de bottom boll.

Up steps de merchant
Wid a high-top derby on:
"Pay me, pay me, Mister Farmer,
For you to me belong."

Up sailed another merchant
With horses an' buggies fine:
"Pay me, pay me, Mister Farmer,
For your corn is shorely mine."

From Our Singing Country, Lomax
RG