A farmer is a person engaged in agriculture, who raises living organisms for food or raw materials, generally including livestock husbandry and growing crops, such as produce and grain. A farmer might own the farmed land or might work as a labourer on land owned by others, but in advanced economies, a farmer is usually a farm owner, while employees of the farm are farm workers, farmhands, etc.
The term farmer usually applies to people who do some combination of raising field crops, orchards, vineyards, poultry, or other livestock. Their products might be sold either to a market, in a farmers' market, or directly from a farm. In a subsistence economy, farm products might to some extent be either consumed by the farmer's family or pooled by the community.
More distinct terms are commonly used to denote farmers who raise specific domesticated animals. For example, those who raise grazing livestock, such as cattle, sheep, goats, and horses, are known as ranchers (U.S.), graziers (Australia & U.K.), or simply stockmen. Sheep, goat, and cattle farmers might also be referred to respectively as shepherds, goatherds, and cowherds. The term dairy farmer is applied to those engaged primarily in milk production, whether from cattle, goats, sheep, or other milk producing animals. A poultry farmer is one who concentrates on raising chickens, turkeys, ducks, or geese, for either meat, egg, or feather production, or commonly, all three. A person who raises a variety of vegetables for market may be called a truck farmer or market gardener. Dirt farmer is an American colloquial term for a practical farmer, or one who farms his own land.
I am a farmer, I been one all my life
Call me a farmer, and not a farmer's wife
The plough and hoe left their patterns on my hand
And now they tell me this is not my land
We raised two children, they are farmers too
A crop and garden every year we grew
Two hundred acres ain't no easy haul
But it's a good life, no regrets at all
When Joe turned 50, his back was actin up
We three took over, so's he could rest up
My Joe was buried where his daddy lies
And soon some men came, askin for my price
I said, "I live here, and here I'm gonna stay
What makes you think I wanna move away?"
They smiled real sly, said, "Now your farmer's dead.
This farm ain't yours till you pay the overhead."
I know we women, we ain't been in the know
But we're no fools as far as farmin goes
The crop don't know no woman's work or man's
There ain't no law can take me from my land
Cause I'm a farmer, I been one all my life
Call me a farmer, and not a farmer's wife
The plough and hoe left their patterns on my hand
No one can tell me this is not my land,
This is my land.
I am a farmer, I been one all my life
Call me a farmer, and not a farmer's wife
The plough and hoe left their patterns on my hand
And now they tell me this is not my land
We raised two children, they are farmers too
A crop and garden every year we grew
Two hundred acres ain't no easy haul
But it's a good life, no regrets at all
When Joe turned 50, his back was actin up
We three took over, so's he could rest up
My Joe was buried where his daddy lies
And soon some men came, askin for my price
I said, "I live here, and here I'm gonna stay
What makes you think I wanna move away?"
They smiled real sly, said, "Now your farmer's dead.
This farm ain't yours till you pay the overhead."
I know we women, we ain't been in the know
But we're no fools as far as farmin goes
The crop don't know no woman's work or man's
There ain't no law can take me from my land
Cause I'm a farmer, I been one all my life
Call me a farmer, and not a farmer's wife
The plough and hoe left their patterns on my hand
No one can tell me this is not my land,
This is my land.
Ko na dan z motiko pojavi se birokrat,
da za bajto skopal si bi ta poceni bazen,
dopovej mu: "Ej, ti, kolega, ne ga srati!"
in to preden ga potopi problem.
Pa ne da bi mu norce bril.
Ampak ker ti zdrav razum in sama logika
dosti dobro vedeti dasta,
da �e farmer sam prekopaval bi zaman,
o, pa naj bo �e ne vem kako pregnan.
Idiot ostane na tem, da to ni to
pa se divje loti nabijanja v tla.
Roke lomi si in ves prepoten se kmalu vda,
�e lopato zbije, ko se kesa.
Pa ne da pamet bi solil.
Ampak ker ti zdrav razum in sama logika
dosti dobro vedeti dasta,
da �e farmer sam prekopaval bi zaman,
o, pa naj bo �e ne vem kako pregnan.
Ko na dan z motiko pojavi se birokrat,
da za bajto skopal si bi ta poceni bazen,
dopovej mu: "Ej, ti, kolega, ne ga srati!"
in to preden se ga potopi problem.
Pa ne da bi mu norce bril.
Ampak ker ti zdrav razum in sama logika
dosti dobro vedeti dasta,
da �e farmer sam prekopaval bi zaman,
He tills the soil and plants the seeds to feed his hungry land the farmer the farmer
With a hoe a shovel and a turnin' plow makin' his livin' by the sweat of the brow
The farmer the farmer
When the sun gets hot the fields are dry and like a brain the seeds then die
The farmer the farmer
Then he bends his back to plant new grain then his farm is blessed with rain
The farmer God bless the farmer
Then on his knees gives thanks to God for fertile fields of black rich sod
The farmer God bless the farmer
Raising his two calloused hands thanking God for letting him
Use his land to be a farmer
When the wind blows cold the ground is froze
Who feeds the hungry birds in the snow the farmer the farmer
No wonder he's the first in spring
To hear the lovely robins sing the farmer the farmer
His woman loves and understands
She works by his side in the fields like a man the farmers the farmers
Then on their knees give thanks to God for fertile fields of black rich sod
The farmers God bless the farmers
Raising up their calloused hands thanking God for letting them
Be farmers just plain farmers God bless the farmers the farmers
God bless the farmers the farmers