[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
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