Farmer's Daughter

Traveling down Georgia way,
Met this sweet, young Daisy Mae,
Farmer's daughter, on my stay,
Had a great roll in the hay,
Both of us quite young and green,
Much of the world we'd not seen,
Loved her, did not want to tarry,
Promised, I will stay and marry,
But left the farm in a big hurry
When I heard that she makes merry
With young Tom, big Dick and Harry.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz