Old-time Farm Humor



Sam Moore   
Sam Moore  

As some readers may have figured out, I have a large collection of old farm literature that has been gathered from various sources over the last 25 years or so. The following humorous poems were found in a couple of these publications.

In the July 27, 1893, issue of The Farm Implement News was the following anonymous plaint that gives a glimpse of what the “Good Old Days” were like for some farm boys.

Would I Were a Boy Again
I’d like to be a boy again, without a woe or care,
with freckles scattered on my face, and hayseed in my hair.
I’d like to rise at 4 o’clock and do a hundred chores,
like saw the wood and feed the hogs and lock the stable doors.
And herd the hens and watch the bees and take the mules to drink,
and teach the turkeys how to swim so that they would not sink.
And milk about a hundred cows and bring in wood to burn,
and stand out in the sun all day and churn and churn and churn.
And wear my brother’s cast-off clothes and walk four miles to school,
and get a licking every day for breaking some old rule,
and then go home again at night and do the chores once more,
and milk the cows and slop the hogs and feed the mules galore.
And then crawl wearily up the stairs to seek my little bed,
and hear Dad say, “That worthless boy! He doesn’t earn his bread!”
I’d like to be a boy again, a boy has so much fun,
his life is just one round of mirth, from rise to set of sun.
I guess there’s nothing pleasanter than closing stable doors,
and herding hens and chasing bees and doing evening chores.

In The Pennsylvania Farmer of Nov. 21, 1925, was this gem:

The Cheerful Plowman
J. Edw. Tufft
Neglecting minor choring around a fellow’s farm
brings tragedies deploring and does a heap of harm!
It doesn’t do, by Harry, to say, “another day,”
or “later,” “let it tarry,” “I’ll lay this job away.”
I once neglected fixing, a neck yoke that was weak,
and soon my team was mixing with fishes in the creek.
I once said, “These old traces on this old harness here
are weakening in places and need some care, I fear,
but I’ll get busy later and rivet on a strap,
right now I mustn’t cater to this decrepit trap.”
But, bingo, I was driving a wagon on a hill,
my team was nobly striving with most determined will,
when suddenly dividing, the traces gave a snap,
and backwards I was sliding and praying for a strap!


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