"The backbone of the country and the salt of all the earth" -- That was how they styled us when the farmer had his worth. But what`s his valuation now, when times are pretty thin? Chorus: Two bob a dozen, an` the garments given in. Solo: We made the country`s money an` we paid the country`s way, We raised the wealth for cities from the farm thro` many a day; But what`s the price of farmers now the profits disappeared? Chorus: Two bob a dozen, an` a bonus on the beard. Solo: They`ll pay to patch machinery or cure old Dobbin`s sprain; But they cannot spare a stiver when the farmer gets a pain; For what`s the use o` mendin` him when all he`s valued at -- Chorus: Is two bob a dozen, if he`s nice an` prime an` fat. Solo: But the farmer ain`t repinin`, tho` his price is down an` out. There`s a good time comin` soon without the smallest doubt; But, till the world wins sanity, he`s got to be content -- Chorus: With two bob a dozen, cash with order ten per cent.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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