Farmer Joe

Lone across the country, he lived.

On his farm house, he always stayed.

The lambs, friends to his, the sheep,

Companions to keep.

People always spoke of how much of a loner he was.

Farmer Joe never received vistors.

He never fancied children running to him begging for milk.

But I tell you, a jolly one he used to be.

Far long until his wife was killed.

Stabbed to death on a stormy night,

The lad only came across her body at the peak of daylight.

And so on his life he swore, if he was to find anyone come across his farmland,

their hearts he would scourge, and make them plead till they drop.