Let the wealthy and great
Roll in splendour and State
I envy them not, I declare it
I eat my own lamb
My own chickens and ham
I shear my own fleece and I wear it
I have lawns, I have bowers
I have fruits, I have flowers
The lark is my morning alarmer
So jolly boys now
Here's god speed the plough
Long life and success to the farmer

Industry Produceth Wealth

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Found poem on old English tea cups, a set of eight, of which I bought one off an old pickin' rival at the Holland auction, last August. — submitted by Marcy Jarvis