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Us farmers in the country, as the seasons go and come,

Is purty much like other folks, – we're apt to grumble some!

The Spring's too back'ard fer us, er too for'ard – ary one —

We'll jaw about it anyhow, and have our way er none!

The thaw's set in too suddent; er the frost's stayed in the soil

Too long to give the wheat a chance, and crops is bound to spoil!

The weather's eether most too mild, er too outrageous rough,

And altogether too much rain, er not half rain enugh!

Now what I'd like and what you'd like is plane enugh to see:

It's jest to have old Providence drop round on you and me

And ast us what our views is first, regardin' shine er rain,

And post 'em when to shet her off, er let her on again!

And yit I'd ruther, after all – considern other chores

I' got on hands, a-tendin' both to my affares and yours —

I'd ruther miss the blame I'd git, a-rulin' things up thare,

And spend my extry time in praise and gratitude and prayer.