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Farm Collector Staff
December 2004
The jolly Thresherman
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They call me a thresherman, happy young thresherman, and of the title I'm proud.
For we are so famous, the champions they name us, the chiefs of a jolly good crowd.
Our triumphs are legion in whatever region the glorious fellows are seen.
Our conquests are many; our failures not any; our work is all perfect and clean.
There's none will deny it, of thousands who buy it, our thresher's an article prime,
You'll tire of it never, 'twill serve you forever, and doubly repay you in time...
Refrain: Then here's to the thresherman! Happy young thresherman, jolliest ever was seen, who runs ev'ry season with very good reason, an AULTMAN and TAYLOR machine.
The farmers compete for us, ladies look sweet for us, 'When will they come?' is the cry;
For light is the brewing, the baking and stewing when AULTMAN and TAYLOR'S are by.
No snail's pack we carry, nor Tom, Dick or Harry, but worthy of service and hire.
All welcome our faces, they save us good places: We save them food, labor and fire.
You'll never see chickens grow fat on the pickings that drop from this thresher of ours.
And no one decries it, for ev'ryone buys it, because of its wonderful powers...
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Then moving so readily, swiftly and steadily, never a hitch or a break,
The way lies before us, in one jolly chorus, whatever the route we may take.
The richer the farmer, our greeting the warmer, for thrift goes with wealth hand in hand.
Good fellows together, in foul and fair weather, we live on the fat of the land.
The larger the measure the greater the pleasure, the better our grub and our pay.
Through all the long summer a welcome newcomer; our band is not idle a day...
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All you who raise clover, when summer is over, be sure that a profit is made.
Now our clover huller is cleaner and fuller, and cheaper than all in the trade;
Our engines are famous, you need but to name us, and hundreds rise up to proclaim
What knowledge has taught them, since wisely they bought them, the threshers that merit their fame.
Our smokestack's perfection, and after reflection, although our machines may cost more,
You'll find they are stronger, and last you much longer than any e'er purchased before...
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