OK, so the song we're talking about may be a parody/answer to the song I just posted. Here's the answer version, as found in Brown:

#210E
Down On the Farm

Down on the farm 'bout half past four
I slip on my pants and sneak out the door.
Out in the yard I run like the dickens
To milk all the cows and feed all the chickens,
Clean out the barnyard, curry Rhoda and Jiggs,
Separate the cream and slop all the pigs.
Hustle two hours, then eat like a Turk,
By heck! I am ready for a full day's work.

Then I grease the wagon and put on the rack,
Throw a jug of water in the old grain sack.
I hitch up the mules, slip down the lane—
Must get the hay in, looks like rain.
Look over yonder! Sure's I am born,
Cows on the rampage, hogs in the corn.
Start across the meadow, run a mile or two
Heaving like I am wind—broken, get wet clean through.

Back with the mules; then, for recompense,
Rhoda gets a-straddle the barb-wire fence.
Joints are aching, muscles in a jerk.
Whoop! fit as a fiddle for a full day's work.
Work all the summer till winter is nigh,
Then figure at the bank and heave a big sigh.
Worked all the year, didn't make a thing;
Less cash now than I had last spring.

Some folks say there ain't no hell.
Shucks! They never farmed; how can they tell?
When spring rolls round and I take another chance,
As fuzz grows longer on my old gray pants
Give my galluses a hitch, belt another jerk,
Gosh! I'm ready for a full year's work.


Contributed by Macie Morgan of Stanly County, North Carolina

The Frank C. Brown Collection of North Carolina Folklore, vol. 3, page 242, "Down on the Farm," #210E.

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