I am a stranger..

Anybody want a working man?

Anybody want a young farmhand?

I am a stranger in this land.

I will work a seven day week

For just my board and food to eat;

I will fetch and I will seek,

I will work an eight day week.

I went away to a public school

Where ‘boys to men’ is the golden rule;

But it only made me an intelligent fool

When I went away to the public school.

My father was a farmer, or so they say

Who squandered his money and his land away

And died of a stroke only yesterday –

My father was a weak man, so they say . . .