THE FARMER IS A MAN

 THE FARMER IS A MAN 

(HYMN)

The farmer is a man; 
I wonder if you can 
Think it S0.
 He's not a profiteer,

Nor is he one to fear, 
With his hoe.

Some labor with their hands;

Some think to meet demands, 

He does both. 

To honor honest sweat 

Or tiresome mental whet, 

Are you loath?

A nation still must own 

That he is its backbone. 

All may strive, 

But once he can't provide.

All other work beside 

Cannot thrive.

Today he faces ruin; 

He can't be up and doin' 

Like he would; 

And it's not hard to see 

Just what your plight may be, 

If he should.

Don t mind his loss- it's his. 

Tho heavy as it is. 

It will be borne. 

But while he thus endures, 

Don t double on him yours- 

That's your thorn.

To strike is not his way 

Such acts will not allay 

Discontent. 

A better mode more rare, 

Is treat your neighbor fair. 

Like God meant. 

The farmer is a man; 

He ll do the best he can 

To be just. 

That you will take your stand, 

Beside him hand in hand, 

Is his trust. 

By Donald Eddie 

THE ORIGINAL HYMN, RECITATION AND THE MOTION  SONG OF THE FARMERS OF THE STATE OF SOUTH DAKOTA AND THE NORTH DAKOTA OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IN THIS  HISTORICAL ARTICLE IS PRESENTED AS IT WAS FOUND IN THIS HISTORICAL MAGAZINE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. THIS IS TRADITIONAL LUTHERAN HYMN AND THE ORIGINAL RELIGIOUS HYMN OF THE NATIVE AMERICAN INDIAN TRIBES OF SOUTH AND NORTH DAKOTA STATES, REGISTERED AND PUBLISHED IN ONE OF THE MOST REPUTABLE AGRICULTURAL MAGAZINES OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA:

AMERICAN COOPERATIVE JOURNAL AUGUST 1921