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"Sowin' things an' growin' things, an' watchin' of 'em grow; / That's the game," my father said, an' father ought to know. / "Settin' things an' gettin' things to grow for folks to eat: / That's the life," my father said, "that's very hard to beat. " / For my father was a farmer, as his father was before, / Just sowin' things an' growin' things in far-off days of yore, / In the far-off land of England, till my father found his feet / In the new land, in the true land, where he took to growin' wheat.
Wheat, Wheat, Wheat! Oh, the sound of it is sweet! / I've been praisin' it an' raisin' it in rain an' wind an' heat / Since the time I learned to toddle, till it's beatin' in my noddle, / Is the little song I'm singin' you of Wheat, Wheat, Wheat.