How many farmer songs are there?
 
 
 Now I'm a Farmer  
 
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 I've got a spade and a pick-axe  
 
 And a hundred miles square of land to churn about  
 
 My old horse is weary but sincerely  
 
 I believe that he can pull a plough  
 
 Well I've moved into the jungle of the agriculture rumble,  
 
 To grow my own food  
 
 And I'll dig and plough and scrape the weeds  
 
 Till I succeed in seeing cabbage growing through  
 
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 Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging  
 
 Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging  
 
 It's alarming how charming it is to be a-farming  
 
 How calming and balming the effect of the air  
 
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 Well, I farmed for a year and grew a crop of corn  
 
 That stretched as far as the eye can see  
 
 That's a whole lot of cornflakes,  
 
 Near enough to feed New York till 1973  
 
 Cultivation is my station and the nation  
 
 Buys my corn from me immediately  
 
 And holding sixty thousand bucks, I watch as dumper trucks  
 
 Tip New York's corn flakes in the sea  
 
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 Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging  
 
 Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging  
 
 It's alarming how charming it is to be a-farming  
 
 How calming and balming the effect of the air  
 
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 Now look here son  
 
 The right thing to say  
 
 Isn't necessarily what you want to say  
 
 The right thing to do  
 
 Isn't necessarily what you want to do  
 
 The right things to grow  
 
 Ain't necessarily what you want to grow  
 
 Your own happiness  
 
 Doesn't necessarily teach you what you want to know  
 
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 Well I'm suntanned and deep, so's the horse  
 
 And my hands are deeply grained  
 
 Old horse is a-grazing, it's amazing  
 
 Just how lazily he took the strain  
 
 Well my pick and spade are rusty,  
 
 Because I'm paid on trust to leave my square of cornfield bare  
 
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 It's alarming how charming it is to be a-farming  
 
 How calming and balming the effect of the air  
 
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 When you grow what I grow  
 
 Tomatoes, potatoes, stew, eggplants ...  
 
 Potatoes, tomatoes ... gourds