It almost now seems all in vain For to expect high price for grain, Wheat is grown on Egyptian soil On the banks of mighty Nile. And where the Ganges it doth flow, In India fine wheat doth grow, And the price of labor is so cheap That it they can successful reap. Then let the farmers justly prize The cows for land they fertilize, And let us all with songs and glees Invoke success into the cheese.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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