boy-o-o-o-oy

Updated: May 23, 2025

Some one starts singing that jolly old song, "The Farmer's Boy," and soon the air resounds to the chorus: "To plough and sow, to reap and mow, And be a farmer's boy-o-o-o-oy, And be a farmer's boy." No one recalls the throbbing of the guns or stops to catch it from amidst the murmurs of the air. This this is the reality. That was only an echo from a bad dream from which we have awakened.

A. G. (Alfred George) Gardiner - Pebbles on the shore [by] Alpha of the plough