As I strolled out one evening as the sun was going down
I strolled along quite carelessly till I come to Scranton town
There I overheard two fair ladies, as slowly I passed by
One said she loved her farmer's son, while the other loved a shanty boy

Now the one that loved the farmer's son, these words I heard her say
The reason why she loved him, at home with her he'd stay
He would stay at home all winter, to the woods he would not go
And when the spring it did come in, his land he'd plow and sow

"Now as for plowing and sowing your land," the other one did say
"If your crops should prove a failure, your debts you could not pay
If your crops should prove a failure, or your grain market be low
The sheriff ofttimes would sell those crops for to pay the debts you owe."

"Now, there's no need of going in debt when you own a good farm
For every day you earn your bread, not work through rain or storm
For every day you earn your bread, not work through storm or rain
While the shanty boy works hard all day his family to maintain."

"Now I don't like this soft talk," this other one did say
"For some of them they are so green the cows would eat for hay
How plainly you can tell him, when he rolls into town
You'll hear them cry out from a small boy up 'Why Dick, how are you down?'"

"Now I do like my shanty boy that goes out in the fall
For he is tough and rugged, and fit to stand the squall
He gets big pay all winter and in the spring when he comes down
His money with me he will spend free while the mossback sons have none."

"Well here is to your shanty boy, I hope you'll pardon me
And of my ignorant mossback, I'll try now and get free
And if ever I gain my liberty, with a shanty boy I'll go
And I'll leave that ignorant mossback with his land to plow and sow."