Hill Farm

At Hill farm where I was born Many years ago Here are just a few things You may like to know We are a family of six With Father and Mother I was the eldest of them all Four sisters and a brother As a lad, with my dad Up in the fields I'd go Around the farm and market too Where he taught me all I know Such as milk the cows, build the ricks And use the horse and plough To lay a hedge and use a scythe Things rarely seen done now There are many other jobs to do When your living on a farm As feed the horses, sheep and pigs Also chickens in the barn It was lovely in the Summertime In the fields while making hay The seasons now are not the same As sun shone all the day The Wintertime's were harder then But we knew we had t go To feed the sheep and cattle How ever deep the snow For me all this is finished now As progress marches on For now I have retired from work And the poor old farm has gone By Jim Clarke Woolstone

 

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Yobunny, 1999. Updated August 2006