^GMe and the farmer ge^Ct on fine ^AThrough stormy weath^Der and bottles of wine If I pu^Gll my weight he'll tr^Ceat me well ^ABut I'f I'm late he'^Dll give me h^Gell ^BmiAnd though it's all hard work no play ^CFarmer is a happy crook, ^BmiJesus hates him every day, ^C'cause Jesu^As gave and ^DFarmer took ®:^GWon't he let you go probab^Cly no ^AWon't he let you go probab^Dly no ^GWhy does he treat you so? I ^Cjust don't know ^AWhy does he treat you so? I ^Djust don't know ^CMe and the farmer like brother, like sister ^DGetting on like hand and blister ^CMe and th^De farmer He's chopped down sheep, planted trees, and helped the countryside to breathe Ripped up fields, bullied flocks, and worked his workers right around the clock. It may seem strange but he'd admit, intentions aren't exactlt true And though God loves his wife a bit, he hates the farmer through and through All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small All we've got is London Zoo, 'cause farmer owns them all