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The boy lives on our Farm, he's not / Afeard o' horses none!
An' he can make 'em lope, er trot, / Er rack, er pace, er run.
Sometimes he drives two horses, when / He comes to town an' brings / A wagon-full o' 'taters nen, / An' roastin'-ears an' things.
Two horses is "a team," he says, / An' when you drive er hitch, / The right-un's a "near-horse," I guess / Er "off" -- I don't know which -- / The Boy lives on our Farm, he told / Me, too, 'at he can see, / By lookin' at their teeth, how old / A horse is, to a T!
I'd be the gladdest boy alive / Ef I knowed much as that, / An' could stand up like him an' drive, / An' ist push back my hat, / Like he comes skallyhootin' through / Our alley, with one arm / A-wavin' Fare-ye-well! to you -- / The Boy lives on our Farm!