Chapter III Is the Country Girl Happy on the Farm?
Let the mighty and great
Roll in splendor and state!
I envy them not, I declare it.
I eat my own lamb,
My own chicken and ham,
I shear my own sheep and I wear it.
I have lawns, I have bowers,
I have fruits, I have flowers.
My lark is my morning’s charmer;
So you jolly dogs now
Here’s God bless the plow—
Long life and content to the farmer.
Inscription on an old English pitcher.