FARMER'S SON
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Plow that field son, plow that field,
   the time for planting is so near.
   The sun won't smite you have no fear,
   for I will be your strength and shield.
   Sow those seeds son, sow those seeds,
   the time for harvest soon will be.
   The rain will come son, you will see,
   sow those seeds son, sow those seeds.
   Reap the field son it is ripe,
   send the workers while it's light.
   Can't you see the coming night,
   reap the field son it is ripe.
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