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The Boy on the Farm

The Boy on the Farm. 176.6 I've put away my tired skates, My sled is on the "bum." My overshoes I'll need no more I'm glad 'at summer's come. I've got a bran-new jack-knife- I'll make the whistles hum; I know just where the willows grow-…

Step Boldly to the Front

Step Boldly to the Front. 176.7 Step boldly to the front, farmers, To the place where you belong, And harken while I make your cause The burden of my song. Year after year you labor To feed earth's hungry crew, While trusts are wily scheming…