HOEING AND TRAYING.

Bush Advocate, Volume V, Issue 354, 16 August 1890, Page 8

HOEING AND TRAYING.

S:>irl Favmor Jonep, in a whining tone, To his good old neighbour Gray, "I've; worn my kneos through to the bone, But St ain't no uso to pray. "Your corn looks just twice as good as mine, Though you don t pretend to bo A Bhinin' light in tho church to skino, An' tell salvation's freo. " I've prayod to tho Lord a thousand limfis For to make that 'ere corn grow ; An' why yourn beata it bo an' climbs I'd gin a deal to know." Said Farmer Gray to hia neighbour Jones, In hia ea6y, quiet way, " When prayers got mixed with lazybonsa Thoy don't make farmin' pay. ** Your woods, I notice, are good an' tall, In spite of all your pr*yerß ; You, may pray for corn till tho heavens fall, If you don't dig up the tarea. " I mix my prayers with a little toil, Alcng in every row ; An' I work this mixture into tho soil, Quito vig'roua with ahoo. " 'An I'vo discovered, though etill in sin, As sure as you oro born', This kind of cotnno3t well worked in, Makea protty decent corn. 11 So while I'm praying I use my boo, An' do my level beet, To koop down tho weeds along each row, An' the Lord, he does the rest. " It's well for to pray, both night an', morn, As every farmer knows ; But the place to pray for thrifty corn Ib right between the rows. "You must use your hands while praying, though, If an answer you would get, For prayer- worn knees an' a rusty hoo Never rained a big crop yet. " An* bo I believe, my goodoM friend, If you mean to win tho day, From ploughing, dean to the harvest's end, You must hoo as well as pray."'